Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Translator: Yonnee

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“You must be tired after examining the wand. Please eat this, I prepared it.”

Albert leaned back on his chair as he heard that I prepared a meal. I wiped the desk neatly and stuck out the spoon to him.

He blinked, then alternately looked at the soup bowl and spoon. Surely, it’s because the dish was unfamiliar to him.

“…What’s this?”

“Egg drop soup. It’s my favorite kind of soup, so I prepared it. It’s very popular where I used to live. Please remember that this is how I feel about your health!”

After that grand explanation… I coughed in embarrassment.

With bread at the side, the egg drop soup was made by stirring the eggs while boiling. I had memories of a lot of other recipes that the original Rosé knew, but I preferred Korean food more.

But in fact, I prepared this for a bigger reason.

I was too lazy to make breakfast this morning.

Didn’t this happen to everyone? That moment when you just really don’t want to do anything.

I couldn’t overcome modern laziness.

I was a slave to inevitable laziness.

Albert stirred the egg drop soup and took a spoonful.

I sat in front of him and ate my own serving of soup as if it was the most delicious food in the world.

It was definitely not because I had a guilty conscience. The egg drop soup was really that delicious.

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Albert’s day began at 5 AM.

He woke up in the morning and practiced his swordsmanship and spellcasting for three hours.

Well, he didn’t have a sword, so it was more like image training. But he didn’t neglect it nonetheless.

Like an action star in a movie, he did fingertip push-ups and even handstands. Somehow, it was great to see his body glistening with sweat.

I usually fell asleep at midnight and woke up at around 8 o’clock. I was used to sleeping around that time.

If I had a computer or a smartphone here, I would have slept later in the night, but sadly, this was the tower.

In my spare time, I wrote my reports or drew pictures. I also thought of what to eat the next day, or have some small talk with Albert.

Albert and I had completely different lifestyles. Except when I needed to go to work, I never got up early. Sleep is really important, okay.

Of course, it’s definitely a divine healing experience to see a handsome man exercise, so sometimes I wake up early just to watch him.

I would get permission from Albert before watching him.

“Prince, watching you exercise and appreciating your absolutely perfect body just burns my will to exercise. May I?”

Then he would just smile and nod.

I think he actually laughed that one time. But anyway, the only exercise I did in the tower was breathing.

After waking up, I would fold my bedsheets in the attic. There’s a small window there, so there’s thankfully still sunlight streaming in.

If I went to the second floor, I’d eventually run into Albert after he’d washed his face. After I handed over the wand to him, he was free to use the bathroom anytime he wanted. However, the kitchen was still impossible for him to enter.

Whenever I ran into him, I would greet him warmly, hoping that his vigilance would soften.

“Did you sleep well, handsome Prince?”

After saying goodbye, I would go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast.

The Korean food ingredients finally arrived—the ones that I told the guards about that I’ll use as a torture device for the prince.

It seemed like the reports I wrote about Albert suffering through the spicy food was effective. But of course, the Albert in my reports was fictional.

Since I ordered the ingredients diligently, I changed the main menu of the tower to Korean food. Even while living in captivity, I should still eat whatever food I wanted.

When I served rice, I didn’t hear any complaints from Albert. Actually, I never heard him complain about anything.

Haaaahm. While yawning, I stirred the soup one more time.

Today, I was cooking spicy potato soup with potatoes, rice, fried eggs and cabbage.

The potato soup was steaming now, and when I tasted it, it was just right.

After opening the lip of the pot, I transferred the white rice to a bowl. A lot of rice for Albert, and just enough for me.

Then, I took out another bowl and put the fried eggs there. Two for Albert, one for me.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I opened the simmering pot and took the boiled eggs and transferred them to a bowl.

Albert exercised a lot, so it’s good for him to eat more protein.

I don’t know anything about the right diet, but when it came to protein, boiled eggs were the best.

I placed six boiled eggs in one bowl.

Breakfast is ready~

“Your Highness, here’s our breakfast!”

As I held the tray, I spoke in a loud voice while climbing the steps. When I got closer to the room, my hands suddenly felt lighter.

“Rosé, that looks too heavy for you to lift. I’m sure you called me on purpose.”

“I’ve been caught, dear Prince. I believed that the kind Prince would help me.”

Hehe. I followed Albert in, who took the tray from my hands. He placed the tray on the table, then I pushed over one bowl to him.

This desk right next to the door was something he used for work, but when it was mealtime, he would use it as a table for eating.

Looking at the bowl in front of him, he raised his chin.

“You said that this was a new type of torture method, but I’m not sure if it was the right decision to let you get ahold of these ingredients.”

“…Isn’t Your Highness eating too well for it to be considered a new type of torture?”

Albert stayed silent.

“I’ll ask you seriously, Rosé. Just how many eggs do you have in front of you?”

“Eight, sir.”

“Do you think I’m a chicken?”

“Two eggs for rice and six boiled eggs for the muscles that the Prince exercises every morning. Obviously it’s not enough.”

I spoke with confidence, but his gaze was still stabbing at me.

I quickly scooped up a spoon of rice. Mmm, so yummy! After eating spicy potato soup with lots of red pepper powder, it felt like I could live. As expected, Koreans should eat spicy food.

“Eat up, Your Highness. I heard that spicy food is great, so I prepared some today.”

“It’s unusual that you like spicy food.”

“Everyone has different tastes. Still, today’s potato soup is the best. It’s really delicious.”

Albert took one spoon of potato soup.

I waited for his reaction apprehensively. Did chefs standing in front of a judge feel this way?

Then, he gulped it down.