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I recalled my favorite cuisines.
I thought of the crispy fried pork cutlets sold at the entrance of my school, the stir-fried noodles my mom made, and the handmade macarons sold at regular stores.
Most of them weren’t available here and could not be eaten considering the state of my body, but the thought alone seemed to increase my appetite.
Come here.
She slightly waved her hand, calling the maid standing at one side of the room.
There was a reason why the maids were present even though Nineina had a servant.
That’s because, sometimes, the pain was too unbearable to even shake the bell.
“Is there anything you need?”
I responded by blinking my eyes.
The maid, who was familiar with the gesture, leaned her ear to Nineina’s mouth.
“I’d like to eat…”
Nineina flailed her arms around like a zombie, imitating someone eating.
Due to Nineina’s pretty body frame, her stiff movements were lovely, but somehow she felt mad.
It was the desire to survive and escape from this hell.
***
There’s something I joked about when I was young.
If you don’t finish your food, you’ll be sent to hell where you’ll eat all your leftovers as a punishment.
I felt like I was falling into that hellhole.
All the food served felt disgusting.
For 3 consecutive days, I threw up as soon as I swallowed anything.
I could see why the original owner of this body hated eating so much and threw tantrums with anyone who forced her to eat.
It was useless to eat as much as I could because all the energy obtained from the food would be spent throwing up.
“Servant, please stop the Master…..”
After over 10 times of vomiting and passing out in the past 4 days, the people who told me to eat plenty have been begging me to stop eating.
Afterwards, instead of eating food, I drank supplements that’d boost my stomach activity.
The drugs in this world worked wonders. A few days after taking the herbal medicine, I’ve stopped throwing up.
‘I should have done this earlier…’
But the awful disgust still remained.
After drinking the thick medicines that went down in a tumble, I’d feel nauseous several times.
‘Don’t touch me! I feel like an extremely dangerous beast right now!’
It felt like venom was gushing all over my body. I then glared at everything approaching.
I scowled at the medicine which a maid had brought, and even flicked the spoon off her hands.
After struggling so hard, I was finally able to drink the medicine while I wiped my tears.
I didn’t vomit, but my stomach still felt queasy.
And as soon as I woke up the next day, another medicine would appear.
This repeated continuously.
When digestion became possible to some extent, Nineina would eat small portions throughout the day.
“M-Master, a devil didn’t take over you, right?”
“Don’t say anything profane! The Master is just… just….”
Even if I think about it, it was a poison that could not be explained by ordinary standards.
(QC/N: They’re referring to her sudden change like a poison, not an actual poison.)
There was even a rumor that a ghost who died of starvation attached itself to Nineina because she now never let go of her spoon.
I didn’t care about anything else.
I was only focused on eating, swallowing, digesting and consuming.
All this due to my desire to live on.
The days of war between my body went on like that, day by day.
The supplements, which were so bitter that my taste buds had completely faded, and the various nutritious foods that I don’t even wanna guess what they consist of, succeeded.
Because now, Nineina’s body was much more resilient than present-day people.
This miracle was possible due to the resilience of this unrealistic world where broken bones can even recover within a week. So, after 15 days, I’ve gotten a little bit healthier.
I was healthy enough to walk around the bed, with legs weaker than newborn giraffe’s.
“The Master walked on her own!”
I just walked without anyone’s support.
“Open the barn! Let’s hold a festival!”
“C-Congratulations! Today will be recorded as ‘the day our Master walked all alone’!”
“Tha, that’s… I’ll register that down!”
“Hey, don’t do such a thing!”
Despite the shame, a feast was held without my acknowledgement.
***
Furthermore, the news quickly reached Rubenio, Nineina’s father.
It was the first time that a large stream of water had been changed by her.
(QC/N: ‘large stream of water’ refers to the novel’s plot.)
Rubenio regularly received periodic reports on how Nineina was doing. However, it didn’t reassure him, so he often sent someone he could trust to check it out themselves.
He also told them to report anything regarding Nineina, whether it was good news or bad news.
It’s been 20 years since he had heard of his daughter that way.
This was also the first time. Nineina showed her will to live.
“….”
Your child is sick. She’s caught a cold.
The symptoms seem to be severe and painful.
It seems that it’ll be difficult for her to get through this winter.
He has received countless negative reports.
When Nineina turned 20 years old, he received a report that it would be difficult for her to live any longer.
Just a little longer, just a little bit more.
“….”
He was silent for a long time. That’s how serious it was.
“Can the butler gauge how much she has grown?”
“……Are you referring to Count Adelman?”
“I’m always curious. How perfect can that servant be in a situation where even a single mistake is unacceptable?”
“…I trust your judgement.”
“I was worried about too much. I believe it’s a burden that I can never abandon.”
“…..”
“I must get rid of the assassination magic.”
“Lord!”
“I’ll buy you as much time as I can. You must tell her what I told you, keep your word.”
That was the conclusion Rubenio came to after pondering the report thousands of times.
“If there is anything this awful father can do for his daughter who wants to live, I’m willing to do anything. So please…”
‘Don’t cry. Don’t get sick.’
He swallowed the words he couldn’t bear and twisted the waterway that flowed as usual.
A handful of streams of water caught by his hands were thrown out.
***
After 15 days of this nightmare, I was able to eat alone.
Nineina often dropped spoons and spilled food because her wrists were still weak, but she steadfastly ate without the help of others.
“Oops.”
Splash! The yellow pumpkin soup soaked the white table.
“I’m going to die of shame. How many times has this happened?”
Looking at the terribly dirty table, her face distorted.
This was only the first or second meal I’ve spilled, but I felt like I was going to die of exhaustion as I spilled dozens of times in one lone meal.
“I’d rather be a three-year-old baby.”
I decided that I should try harder.
“Did you see? The Master….”
“Everyone, be quiet. Master cares about everyone’s sentiments!”
“Nevertheless..”
“Whoo…… speak quietly instead.”
It was time for another spoonful of pumpkin soup.
The burdensome gazes that I tried to ignore flew at me like bullets and pierced my bones.
“….”
I took a sip of the soup and shut my mouth without saying a word.
I didn’t even spill it this time.
“This is just amazing!”
The maid, who was trying to calm down and soothe the other maids, opened her eyes and raised her hands to the sky.
Accordingly, the other maids jumped on their feet excitedly and responded.
“The Master ate all by herself!”
“She’s already had three spoonfuls!”
“Maybe she can empty the whole bowl on her own!”
“Then that’s what Master will accomplish today!”
They seemed to whisper as if they wouldn’t get caught, but their energy was loud.
“Is this something to be praised for? Isn’t this a curse?”
I agonized as I watched the soup drip off my spoon like the crumbs of Hansel and Gretel’s bread.
If the maids intentionally spoke loudly to cheer me up, you could say it was a success.
I’m a human, too. So I was flattered when I thought of their words.
‘Hey, didn’t my spooning skills get better?’
Like this.
“….”
Then Nineina looked over her side and the disappointment that followed immediately was unstoppable.
My shoulders trembled in fear of getting trained.
‘They are the master trainers. The scary people who made people cry.’
There was no way of knowing what kind of ridiculous thoughts I’d fall for if I was swept over there.
I couldn’t help but look away from their eyes.
“Yahoo!”
As I turned my head to the side vigorously, I heard a loud cheer.
Since both sides are exchanging greetings, it’d be hard to pretend to be unaware.
‘What the hell do they want!’
They were scary and strange people.
“Master, Masterrrr, Tiny Master!”
‘Please stop……’