179 – Scene 179# Sandwich
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Arriving at the office, I put the coat on my side on the sofa.
Then Wendy sticks her head out from under her tightly wrapped coat.
“Count… . I’m sorry… .”
The head was set aside, and the protruding hand wiggled.
I almost smiled like a cute caterpillar, but I held it in.
Because now is the time to scold her.
I spoke as calmly as possible.
“Finish the story you were talking about earlier.”
“Yes… ?”
“What are you doing in the office? Did you want to go to the festival with me?”
“ah… no… .”
“No?”
“… … yes.”
Wendy lowered her head without confidence.
It was a very obvious lie.
“Wendy. Look me in the eyes and tell me.”
“… !”
Hesitantly, he raised his head again and met Wendy’s eyes.
My face was reflected in the eyes that were about to burst into tears at any moment.
“Am I mistaken? Wasn’t that what you meant to say you wanted to go to the festival with me?”
“That… .”
“And why did you take my shirt?”
“… !”
“Tell me.”
“Black… . that, that… .”
Wendy seemed to be trying to say something.
It was a look of earnest appeal.
The words in her heart seemed to come out, but were swallowed.
“… … I’m sorry. Whoa… .”
Wendy is in tears.
Surprisingly, she was also stubborn.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll keep denying it.
Then there is nothing you can do
I said in a stern voice.
“I am disappointed in you.”
“Yes, yes?!”
“Wendy, I don’t care what you did. If you did, you would have done it for a reason. However, if you are lying to me, the owner, the story is different.”
“Huh… .”
“Looking at it now, I think I misunderstood the person. To think that I picked a child who tells lies like this to be my exclusive maid.”
“that is… . that’s not it… .”
“If not, I will ask you one last time. Wendy. Why did you come to my office?”
Wendy’s big eyes trembled.
I said to the frightened eyes.
“… It’s okay if the answer is clumsy. It’s okay to be immature.”
Because I believed that even if she cheated on me, it was never for her own self-interest.
“But… . Don’t lie to me.”
“Hey… .”
Could it be that my true feelings have been conveyed?
Wendy, who was crying, eventually confessed her feelings.
“Sah, I really wanted to go… . The count and next week’s festival… . The reason I came to the office today at lunchtime was because I wanted to tell you that… . But the door wasn’t locked, so I came in and heard that you were going to the festival with the princess… .”
“Right… .”
“But the count already has an appointment with the princess… . I was trying to get away quietly… Yo. Sorry for hiding it… .”
“Is that all you’re hiding?”
“Yes… ?”
I pointed my hand at my shirt.
“Why did you take the shirt?”
“That, that thing… ! It’s not… !”
“… What did I say earlier?”
“… !”
Wendy, who tried to deny it again, saw my stern face and finally confessed.
“My, I smelled it! Hee… ! The Count’s smell is so good… . sorry! I lied because I was ashamed… !”
“Well.”
“Yo, forgive me! I’m a count… .”
Come to think of it, there were quite a few times when Wendy was held in my arms like a baby.
Presumably, Wendy grew up early because she was the eldest daughter of a poor farming family. The family was busy making ends meet, and given her position as the eldest daughter, she couldn’t be fooled by anyone.
I quietly looked into Wendy’s face.
It was true that I looked more mature than my peers, probably because I started social life early.
However, from my point of view, he was still just a child who would not be strange even if he was foolish.
So it made perfect sense that Wendy took my shirt.
Perhaps my clothes were a scent she could trust and rely on.
Smells like mom… . No, should I say it’s my dad’s smell? Anyway, thinking that way, it was an ambiguous situation to either rebuke her or just let it go.
After thinking for a moment, I slowly opened my mouth.
“… You really are a crybaby and a timid child.”
“Sorry, sorry… . Because I’m a crybaby and a coward… .”
“He stutters and is always unsure.”
“Sorry for the stutter. I’m sorry I’m not confident… .”
“But that wasn’t enough, I thought he was a bad kid who even touched his master’s clothes.”
“Hick… ?! I’m sorry for being a bad kid… ! I won’t do that again!”
“But better than a lying child.”
“… … yes?”
I said nothing more and stroked Wendy’s hair.
Then Wendy asked quietly.
“Count… . You weren’t angry… ?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then you won’t be scolded?”
“Would you like me to scold you?”
“Oh no?! ah! that is… ! It’s my fault and it’s scary… . If it’s the Count, it’s okay to scold me… .”
Wendy bowed her head heavily, as if she would accept any punishment I gave her.
But I had no intention of punishing her for having already confided in me.
“To be honest, that was it. You’re not clever anyway, so your lies will be easily exposed. Be honest rather than tell a clumsy lie.”
“I will keep in mind… .”
“And as you know, there is a promise with the princess during the festival.”
“ah… . It’s okay, it’s okay! Never mind! It’s a pity, but I’m a step late. I’ll go after this This time, I just need to go to the festival with my friends Oh! Ehehehe… .”
Wendy said to me with a smile on her face.
He’s really bad at lying. but i didn’t hate it
Not only lies, but everything is clumsy, but one character is pure and good than anyone else.
I couldn’t help but be weak to her like that.
“But in the evening.”
“Yes… ?”
“… It might be time in the evening. You can meet the princess during the day.”
“to?”
It took Wendy a little while to understand what I was saying.
Soon, her face brightened.
“Well, then… !?”
“For now, let’s try to clear the time for that evening.”
“I did it, I did it! You did it! At the festival with the Count… !”
Wendy, tightly wrapped in my overcoat, flopped on the sofa.
It was strange, like a caterpillar twisting its body, but Wendy didn’t seem to care at all.
“Are you really okay? Count.”
“yes. However, I’ll tell you in advance, it won’t be fun even if you go to the festival with me.”
“Oh no! It will be fun! I will definitely make it fun! Ehehehe.”
Could this be the feeling of a father going to an amusement park with his daughter on the weekend?
Seeing Wendy’s happy appearance made my heart warm.
“… i get it. then don’t expect The schedule will end at 9:00 at the latest, so please wait in my office.”
“Yes, yes! I’ll wait until that count comes!”
The tears shed until earlier were nowhere to be seen, and Wendy was smiling vigorously with her eyes sparkling.
Like a young child, it may be that he has severe emotional ups and downs.
Unknowingly, I was barely holding back my father’s laughter, but suddenly I saw a picnic basket on the table.
It was the lunch box Wendy had packed.
When I opened the basket, there was a sandwich beautifully wrapped in paper.
“Did you make it yourself?”
“Ah, yes!”
“… Can you cut it straight now?”
“Yes… ! Hey, I practiced!”
There was a bandage on his outstretched hand.
In fact, it was speculated that Wendy’s clumsiness at work may not be without the influence of ‘unhappiness’, which is her personality to some extent.
The reason why she lacks self-confidence is probably because she has made many mistakes stemming from misfortune.
It’s a garbage personality that’s no less than Tristan’s.
Even so, Wendy did not give up.
Even though he fell every day and cut his hand, he never neglected to practice.
The fact that she rose to the position of a maid full of mistakes was also a result achieved after putting in ten times more effort than others.
So I couldn’t help thinking.
How many times Wendy must have been hurt to make this sandwich… . It was even pitiful.
I took a bite of her sandwich.
it was yummy.
I didn’t spit it out myself, but it was a taste that I wouldn’t get tired of eating every day.
I was worried that the sandwich might taste strange because of her ‘unhappiness’, but it was a futile worry.
Wendy, who was looking at my reaction, asked.
“Uh, how are you… ?”
“… It’s not bad.”
Unfortunately, this was the most positive answer I could give.
I was worried that Wendy would be disappointed, but she smiled happily as she knew my personality.
“thank god… . Ehehehe… .”
“You eat too.”
“Yes?”
I grabbed another sandwich and handed it to Wendy.
“I bet you haven’t had lunch yet either.”
“Yes, yes! Then I… . Count. I’m sorry, but if you just release this… .”
said Wendy, tightly wrapped in my overcoat.
However, I didn’t intend to release it gently, so I said with a ‘arrogant’ smile.
“Do not order me.”
“Hick?! I’m sorry! I-I’ll solve it! If you use magic… !”
“You dare to untie my cloak with magic?”
“Hey hey hey… !”
“Keep your mouth open.”
“Nyeet?!”
I put the sandwich in Wendy’s mouth.
“Open your mouth.”
“Ha, but… .”
“Quickly open your mouth. Sandwiches in.”
“Uh, uh… . Yes… .”
In the end, Wendy reluctantly opened her mouth and began to eat the sandwich.
A small mouth could be seen munching.
It’s like feeding a small animal.
I said to Wendy in a cold voice, wanting to play a little.
“How does it feel to wait on the owner like this?”
“laugh?!”
Wendy froze with a bite on her sandwich.
While trembling, unable to do this or that, only his eyes were watching my expression.
I decided to stop because I thought Wendy would get upset if I joked with her one more time.
“… Just kidding. You can swallow it.”
“… … gulp. oh, i was scared… .”
“Eat slowly.”
I removed the crumb from Wendy’s mouth with my hand and put it in her mouth.
Suddenly, Wendy lowered her head.
“… Why?”
“That… . that is… .”
Wendy stood up like a wriggling caterpillar and whispered softly in my ear.
“Because I think the Count ate what was in my mouth… . Well, I’m ashamed of something… .”
I told her to be honest, but it seems that she can’t help but feel embarrassed.
There’s only the two of us and no one will listen, but when I see you whispering in my ear.
“Is there anything to be ashamed of?”
“Joe, a little… .”
“If you were a good kid, you wouldn’t be ashamed.”
“Ah… . I’m sorry… . Because I’m a bad kid… .”
“Don’t apologize every day. It was just a joke.”
“Hey… .”
Wendy said to me as if it was a bit unfair.
“The Count is so naughty… .”
“Then it’s disappointing.”
I said, pulling out another sandwich.
“Did you know that now?”