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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Morning sunlight pierced through the window, illuminating the bed. Awakened by the chirping of birds greeting the light, I stretched and sat up.
“Ugh…”
While my heart yearned to burrow back into the blankets and steal a few more moments of sleep, such indulgence would only lead to trouble should my master awaken first.
I splashed water on my face and opened the window, allowing the cool air to fill the room. Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, I headed to the kitchen. Taking a burning ember from the hearth, which remained lit 365 days a year, I began to fry eggs and bacon.
Once they were cooked to my liking, I transferred the food to a plate and added a slice of bread from the drawer.
‘Now, all that’s left is to wake Master…’
This was the most crucial part of the day. A moment of carelessness could lead to disaster.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly entered my master’s room.
“Master?”
“Mmm…”
With the curtains drawn, not a sliver of light entered the room. The floorboards creaked as I approached the window and pulled back the curtains.
Bright sunlight flooded the room. My master, a self-proclaimed creature of darkness, recoiled as if allergic to the sun, pulling the covers over her head and groaning.
“You need to get up.”
“Just a little longer…”
“No. You’re the one who asked me to wake you up early.”
I resolutely pulled away the blankets. Only after they were removed did I realize it was all part of her plan. A moment’s thought should have told me that a witch like her would never be overpowered by a mere human like me when it came to something like this…
“…Master, what are you wearing?”
“Ehehe…”
Beneath the covers, a beautiful woman in a slip was revealed. Her silver hair shimmered dazzlingly, and her blue eyes sparkled like the sky. Her beauty and figure were beyond the reach of any idol or movie star. She was putting her charms on full display.
Living together, such a scene might give rise to certain thoughts, but with such a vast difference in our levels of attractiveness, such ideas quickly vanished.
“Ugh—is breakfast ready?”
“Yes. Just come as you are.”
“Just come as I am, you say?”
Stretching, she flaunted her already ample bosom and gave me a meaningful glance.
I was well accustomed to this kind of teasing, so I simply ignored her. She pouted and extended her arms towards me.
“Carry me.”
“Yes, yes, Master.”
Resigned to the fact that she wasn’t going to leave the bed on her own, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the dining table.
She inhaled the aroma of freshly cooked bacon and beamed a smile brighter than the sun.
“Thanks for the food, Johan!”
“Enjoy, Master.”
After she picked up her fork, I finally started eating my bacon.
Such was our life in the quiet witch’s forest, where we lived alone, just the two of us.
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