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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Lord Fourth
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Eilly’s gaze, cold and sharp, was fixed on Melina and Elisha.
The air in the room froze with her arrival.
“Master.”
Eilly’s voice was low and chilling, a stark contrast to her usual cheerful tone.
She glanced at the dishes on the table, then at Melina and Elisha, and slowly walked towards them.
“Could you… explain this situation?”
Her words were polite, but her tone was icy, her gaze fixed on the two women who had been bickering in front of him, her blue eyes cold as glaciers, as if piercing through them.
“Eilly, this is just…”
He struggled to speak, not out of fear, but because there was no excuse for this embarrassing situation.
“I can’t believe… that you would behave so disrespectfully towards Master while I was away. This is… unthinkable.”
Eilly nodded slowly, as if she understood the situation. Melina’s eyebrows shot up, and she opened her mouth to retort—
“Wait, disrespectful? We were just…”
—but Eilly cut her off, taking a step closer and looking directly at Melina.
“Lady Melina, even if you are a princess, this isn’t your forest kingdom.”
“I understand you prepared a meal for Master, but to make him feel uncomfortable in the process… is disrespectful.”
Melina faltered momentarily at Eilly’s cold demeanor, then lifted her chin and retorted,
“I just… wanted to make Arnold happy! If that’s disrespectful, then what right do you have to criticize me?”
Eilly smiled at Melina’s defiance, but her smile was devoid of warmth. She tilted her head slightly and said,
“Right…? Have you forgotten that, as Master’s maid, I have a responsibility to attend to him? And…”
She paused and turned to Elisha.
“Lady Elisha, shouldn’t you prioritize your dignity as his fiancée?”
“Your previous… quarrel… was it really appropriate behavior for a fiancée…?”
Elisha gritted her teeth at Eilly’s words, clutching her chest with one arm.
“That’s… rather impertinent, don’t you think? Even if social status doesn’t matter as much at the academy, this is going too far.”
“Do you really think you’re in a position to lecture me? A mere maid, where do you get off with that arrogant attitude?”
Eilly remained unfazed by Elisha’s sharp words. She took a deep breath and continued calmly,
“Arrogant? Then… would you say your actions, making Master uncomfortable, were humble?”
She pressed on, undeterred by Elisha’s sharp tone.
“Lady Elisha, you know you’re not in a position to say such things to me.”
Eilly’s words seemed to strike a nerve. Elisha bit her lip, her expression hardening.
“Why you…!”
“Enough.”
He intervened, sensing the escalating tension.
“Stop bickering. This was just… a normal lunch. There’s no need to fight.”
The three of them fell silent at his words. But the silence didn’t last. Eilly looked at Melina and Elisha and said quietly,
“If that’s what you wish, Master… I’ll obey.”
“I couldn’t… tolerate the two of them making Master uncomfortable…”
She bowed her head and stepped back.
Melina and Elisha didn’t say anything more, but their expressions were still filled with displeasure and tension.
Eilly smiled at him, her expression softer this time.
“Master, if you’re tired, I’ll take care of cleaning up.”
“Perhaps the two of you should excuse yourselves now?”
Her suggestion sounded like a dismissal.
Melina and Elisha hesitated, exchanging glances, then stood up quietly, Melina grumbling slightly, Elisha still glaring coldly at Eilly, as they left the room.
He and Eilly were alone now.
Eilly began clearing the dishes, her demeanor still cold and composed. He sighed, watching her, his heart filled with a mix of emotions.
“Master.”
Eilly turned to him, her voice calm but laced with a subtle undercurrent of emotion.
“You don’t have to worry about them. The one who suits you best is… me, isn’t it?”
Her gaze was deep and serious. She slowly approached him and knelt down.
“I exist solely for you, Master. More than anyone else…”
Her hand gently touched his, her cold, soft fingers sending a shiver down his spine. Her gaze was unwavering, her smile strangely unsettling.
“Please… don’t turn away from me.”
Her whispered plea echoed in his ears, a desperate yet dangerous request that left him speechless.
“…I-I’m sorry. That was… presumptuous of me.”
Eilly quickly composed herself and lowered her head, as if chiding herself. But the tension lingered.
“Anyway, what I wanted to ask was… why did the two of them come to see you, especially while I was away?”
He briefly explained the situation, how Elisha and Melina had used cooking as an excuse for their rivalry.
Eilly chuckled softly and then sighed.
“I see… They’re so childish sometimes.”
She stood up and walked towards him, her gaze fixed on his. She stopped surprisingly close, and a charged silence filled the air.
“I can sense… the presence of… other women.”
She murmured, her voice low.
“May I… ask you for a favor?”
Her tone was less a request and more a statement of intent.
“What is it?”
“Could I… just for a moment, hold you?”
He was flustered by the unexpected request, but her serious expression made it difficult to refuse.
“I know it’s presumptuous of me, but… sensing the presence of other women on you… makes me feel uneasy.”
Her voice was filled with a desperate plea, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her vulnerable demeanor tugged at his heartstrings.
“Alright… I understand.”
As soon as he agreed, Eilly quickly embraced him, burying her face in his chest, inhaling deeply.
“Thank you, Master.”
Her actions were like those of a clingy puppy, yet also a desperate attempt to mark her territory, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt.
“I’m sorry… for showing you this unsightly side of me…”
Her words were filled with self-reproach, but her actions belied her words. She looked up at him and whispered,
“I need to… erase the scent of other women… quickly.”
“What?”
He asked, and she quickly shook her head, her eyes wide.
“N-Nothing! Forget what I just said! It just… slipped out… I didn’t mean it! Please, don’t worry about it!”
Eilly stammered, flustered, but he was confused by her behavior.
He didn’t understand why she was acting this way, but one thing was certain: her desperation went beyond simple affection.
“…….”
He sighed and gently stroked her hair. She looked at him for a moment, then closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest again.
“Thank you, Master.”
Silence returned to the room, the cold tension replaced by a strange warmth. But he wasn’t sure how long this tranquility would last.
The images of Elisha and Melina still lingered in his mind, a premonition of an impending storm.
Tomorrow, there would be another conflict. He remembered the fortune teller’s words, how his unusual destiny was attracting others, and how their intertwined fates could lead to ruin.
“Heehee, Master…”
But for now, he decided to accept this moment. There was only one thing he could do: stay by her side, feeling her trembling form, until she calmed down.
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Hi Lord Fourth here!
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