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‘She’s a scary kid…’
I could feel a sense of brilliance in the eyes of Meia, who spoke clearly without trembling. She was a gemstone ready to sparkle at any time.
The problem was that Meia was too righteous.
‘I’m glad that you’re loyal, but… don’t you have things to do? The male lead won’t come after me later on because I made the heroine work for me, right?’
But Meia already seemed to favor me.
If I had to decide whether I’ve passed or failed the test, it would’ve been a pass.
Though I needed more certainty.
I was thinking about what to do with Meia, but Sarah came back first.
“Master, I’ve brought it.”
As I stood up and sat down at the desk, Sarah left the paper and paint in front of me and stepped back.
However, the paper was too big.
It was never easy to sit still and draw.
The amount of time I could focus on drawing a picture with this body only lasted 5 to 10 minutes.
‘I’ll have to cut it.’
I looked around the desk and picked up a silver paper knife.
It was a paper knife, but it had a somewhat sharp edge.
“Master… Why are you..?”
Meia and Sarah were restless and got up almost at the same time.
Meia, in particular, couldn’t leave her position and only stuck her head out.
I wasn’t even a one year old, so I couldn’t figure out why they made such a fuss about picking up a paper knife that was meant for use.
“I think it’s too big so I’m going to cut it.”
Saying this, I set the knife’s blade on the paper.
And I tried to cut it out as it is.
It wasn’t cut neatly, the knife left traces of it passing by.
Yes. The knife had quite a blunt edge.
Xuan paper also had a texture closer to tough fabric than paper.
It was to the point where an average adult couldn’t cut it.
‘This damn body again!’
When I realized the reason, my hands trembled in anger.
I felt like I was going to miss the knife or cut my finger.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Then, at that moment, Meia spoke politely and put her hands in front of me.
“Yes. You don’t have to do it, Master.”
Sarah welcomed Meia’s words for the first time and helped out.
‘I’m sure that you can’t do it even if you try.”
Although I felt grateful for the two people who pretended not to know, I was embarrassed.
Meia came over and took the paper knife.
“How much should I cut?”
“Enough to fit into this envelope.”
“What are you going to paint?”
Sara asked, squeezing paint onto a wooden palette.
“A bird flying in the sky.”
Sarah’s hand slipped slightly and the white paint smeared on the palette.
It was only polite to reply after seeing the letter.
I haven’t seen them in a while and always ignored the letters. Even so, the situation was different because I read it this time.
I had a thought about replying to Rubenio even before I read the letter.
Right now, I absolutely needed Rubenio’s protection.
My body, which was already exhausted from walking a few steps, couldn’t handle it, and considering the daily cost of medicine and treatment, I couldn’t afford it.
But in fact, I knew that Rubenio would be impatient to give it to me even if I didn’t put in much effort.
Because I am Nineina now.
Besides, I couldn’t ignore the emotions I felt whenever I thought of Rubenio.
Even if it was said that these feelings were caused by entering Nineina’s body, they were as vivid as mine and could not be ignored.
It felt familiar and unfamiliar. I may be on the good side of emigration.
However, if I don’t think separately of Nineina and myself, the suspicious headaches would get worse.
As I opened up Nineina’s memories, the pressure grew stronger as if I was told to not find out the truth that shouldn’t be known.
This was especially the case with Rubenio.
Does this pain I feel identify as Nineina’s emotions?
I don’t know the specific reason, but I’ve already become Nineina and it’s hard to dismiss the emotions I’m feeling now as mere sympathy.
“Turn the palette this way, please. I will start with painting the sky first.”
I picked up the brush as I looked for a place to begin painting.
The desired picture wasn’t difficult to paint.
It was only a sky and a bird.
Although birds may be a bit difficult, the sky, which will occupy most of the painting, is easy, so it can be said that it’s an easy picture to paint.
It was a painting that even young children could express, regardless of whether they did well or not.
But I often hesitated with my brush.
I asked Sarah, pointing to the wings of a half-drawn bird.
“Does this look like a bird?”
“Yes. A very pretty white bird.”
My painting skills were neither bad nor good.
It’s not very good if I had to divide the parts, but the theme of the picture I tried to draw was easy, so it wasn’t that hard to identify what it was.
In my eyes, it looked like a bird too.
Still, I asked Meia as well.
“What do you think?”
“Why? Is it weird?”
“No! It’s not like that…”
Embarrassed, Meia waved her hands and hesitated. Her cheeks turned slightly red.
“It’s a little… It looks a little bit like Master.”
Meia’s words were sharper than mine, as if she had read Nineina’s thoughts.
But I couldn’t understand.
Why Meia thought that way.
“……Where do we look alike?”
Meia stared at the painting and pondered for about three seconds.
It wasn’t a painting worth seeing for such a long time, but Meia’s eyes were very serious.
“Because it’s white?”
Of course, I knew it.
The answer given was futile. Even the female heroine could not read people’s thoughts.
“If I paint the bird blue, then will it not look like me?”
“The clouds also resemble Master, so it won’t be like that.”
“…Why don’t you just say that I resemble the sky?”
My voice, which was filled with frustration, made Meia, a slave, embarrassed.
“……I don’t know. I just felt like that. I thought it might be the master, not the bird.”
“Yes. It just……. did.”
Meia dismissed it in one word.
And then smiled sweetly, as if she were holding back something.
‘Are you really just saying that?’
The timing was good. I thought that I should check what had been put off.
“Have you ever thought that the world is so unreasonable? Especially the status system. We are all human, but some are nobles and some are slaves.”
It was a society divided between the noble and the poor.
The jobs and positions that could be held according to their status were also limited.
“Even if we fly together like birds, some of them get caught by their tails and fall to the ground.”
A brush dipped in white paint slammed onto the canvas.
The grayish, thick paint looked more like a bird that had exploded rather than its wing.
“What do you think?”
I asked, looking directly at Meia.
“…I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of that. I am a slave of the lowest rank after all.”
Sarah, who was standing next to Meia, swallowed her words that said, ‘How did you dare say that,’ and shot her a glance.
In this world, Meia’s thoughts were quite dangerous.
Wouldn’t she have been a revolutionist if she wasn’t the heroine?
As a noble, revolution is like an enemy.
I had no intention of giving up the position I have here.
“But now, I am satisfied with my position. I want to serve my Master the best I can. I don’t want… No, I really don’t want anything more than that.”
It was a pitiful remark.
If I hadn’t come into this body, she would have blossomed brilliantly.
I don’t have to explain why I believe in her words.
At least to me, Meia’s appeal felt sincere, and repeated questions will not change that result.
“Hmm. That’s enough, could you run an errand for me?”
“What would you like me to do?”
“I want to see the jewelry I ordered before. Pay them for it.”
When it comes to spending money, Nineina had a certain and constant budget, so I had put together a rough assortment of items.
(QC/N: I believe it means Nineina spends a certain amount of her budget each time, so to be consistent, she got to do the same, thus roughly purchasing some items.)
It’s something that will naturally come into my hands if left alone, but there was a reason why I appointed Meia and dared her to pick it up.
I called the maid of honor who had a face that I couldn’t understand.
It was natural. There was no Master who would make a slave do such an important thing.
“Pay the bail for that slave and get him out now.”
“Give me the ID cards used by the servants. That’s what you need to be able to get the goods.”
It was a chance to live as a wealthy commoner if you take the identification card, the money and run away.
An offer where an ordinary slave had no choice but to flee.
It was kind of a test.