Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Translator: Yonnee
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Crossing his arms, Albert continued to stare at me.
“If you work out with him, I’ll help your fledgling.”
“…Prince, you can just lessen the land you’ll bestow upon me, so please do me this favor and…”
My desire to avoid exercise was desperate, to the point that I would even reduce my much coveted land.
“Rejected. Then let’s just pretend this conversation never happened.”
“Oh my, Prince, do you know how much I just love working out? Wow, I really want to do it. I’m alive for only this moment.”
Albert relentlessly attacked and so I eventually whited out. In the end, I decided to get up at an ungodly hour in the morning every weekday to work out together with him in his room.
What is this? It’s like I’ve gone back to work. It was so hard to wake up at 8 o’clock in the morning.
“Then let’s start today.”
“No! Uh, I’ll start tomorrow. Prince, please work out with only Blanc today! I love you!”
After shouting this and immediately fleeing to the kitchen, I breathed out a sigh of relief.
This will be a problem for tomorrow’s me. I express my condolences to you, future me.
“Ah wait, I said ‘I love you’.”
I was only kidding, but I’ve been careful about those kinds of jokes in front of Albert. It slipped out without me realizing it.
It seemed like I’d become comfortable around Albert to that extent.
It was like the affection you’d have for your neighbor’s kid who was the ideal son, perfect at everything. But in this case, the neighbor’s kid was a high-ranking nobleman who could kill people…?!
Then, this means that it was best to keep proper distance.
I shrugged.
“He won’t think much of it anyway.”
How could there be only one or two people who’d say ‘I love you’ to someone like Albert? Those words would be as natural as ‘how do you do’ to him.
Thinking like this made me feel more comfortable.
Still, I should pay special attention to the stuff I say while half-asleep in the morning. Words were seeds. I really have to be careful.
After making a determined vow, I headed to the pantry to bring out the ingredients needed for breakfast.
* * *
For breakfast, I made some egg over rice and seasoned it with soy sauce.
This was the result of having spent so much time and effort on the chicken yesterday. I was too lazy for anything too taxing now.
For lunch, I grilled some meat and made french fries again with the leftover oil yesterday.
I really liked it because the meat was delicious after only grilling it.
And for dinner, I made a simple egg fried rice. While cooking, I appreciated the existence of eggs several times.
My motto was to cook only one delicious thing a day, but yesterday’s chicken was an exception.
After dinner, I stared at Albert for a moment as he was entirely focused on his research today as well.
…Then I lay back on his bed.
No matter how much I say I’m alright with a futon, it’s true that sleeping on a hard floor made me miss a bed.
That’s why I asked if I could lay down on Albert’s bed today before cutting his hair.
Actually, I thought that he wouldn’t allow it, but he only replied, ‘I knew it’.
I didn’t go inside the blanket, just on top of the sheets.
“Wow, it’s soft.”
It was just the right amount of soft, perhaps because Rosé ordered a good one.
Ah, I should have used it for just a few days at least. I blamed myself for going up the attic as soon as I signed the contract with Albert.
“Is it nice?”
Wrapping up his work, Albert removed his monocle and spoke.
I rolled over the bed once, then I nodded.
“Maybe this is why people prefer beds.”
“Then why did you say you like sleeping on the floor?”
That was also true, so I immediately accepted it. I like both.
“The floor isn’t bad either. Have you finished your work, Prince?”
“Yes. Are you ready?”
I took in a deep breath and sat up from the bed.
“…I am, in fact, not ready. But I’ll lie for you, Prince, and say that I am.”
“Didn’t I say that it doesn’t matter if you mess up?”
Albert got up from his seat and moved his chair to a place near the small trash can.
Sitting down, he glanced at me and beckoned me over with one finger. Every gesture of his was filled with poise and elegance.
“Come here.”
In a way, I didn’t know that something that could be romantic… could also sound so scary.
“Prince, in my report this week, I’ll say that you’ve been bound to the point that you could only use one finger.”
I crawled out of bed and whined.
This was my small revenge, I guess, to imagine that I’ve tortured Albert in my written report to the king.
Albert raised his eyebrows, smirking.
“Do whatever you want. The king would love to read about it.”
But it didn’t affect Albert at all.
Finally, the time for my worries had come.
My heart pounded heavily as though I was up for a job interview.
I took in a deep breath and gulped.
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