It must have been a few months before my sixteenth birthday.
I was nervous about the fact that I would soon become an adult, and I was frying him more than usual, begging him to choose clothes and accessories. It was a pathetic attempt to get his attention.
Barcas, who would normally have ignored my request, gave me an opinion as if he were tired of the persistent polishing.
Perhaps he had become more tolerant of the idea that he could get away from me in a few months. I was so shallow that I wanted to kill him. Still, I felt desperate that I could do anything to keep Barcas to myself.
The end that seemed to never come was approaching.
"How about this dress for a coming-of-age ceremony?"
I was dressed in a gorgeous silk dress from the south, and proudly thrust out my upper body in front of him.
Barcas only threw a dry gaze at me, as always. My face became hotter and hotter at that calm gaze.
He was now approaching the age of nineteen to twenty, and his body, which had just been thrown off the boy's womb, began to show off his masculinity. If it weren't for his eyes as Insensitive as a dead man, he would have looked like an angel who came down from heaven.
I raised my voice to hide my trembling breasts like a fool.
"I ask you how it is!"
"...It looks like you stole adult clothes."
Finally, his tightly closed lips opened.
I raised the corners of ny eyes. The man added another word as if he were annoyed.
"It doesn't suit you terribly."
I glared at him, my face reddened. However, I was the one who asked for the opinion of the blunt man, so I could not argue with it.
I stared at him with a venomous gaze, and then stomped my feet and walked back behind the screen. I sifted through the mountains of clothes. I was going to make that corpse-like man blush.
I picked out a more daring outfit after a while. It was a naughty dress with a neckline so deep that it was breathtakingly deep. Hesitant, thinking it might have gone too far, I quickly made up my mind and put on the dress. When I looked into the mirror, I saw a breathtakingly beautiful girl.
She looked at me with a happy look. My body, which was like a birch tree, gradually changed from the age of 14. My breasts became small and began to swell to the size of an apple, and my flat buttocks gradually gained weight.
I was proud of my change. I was infinitely excited to think that I was approaching the perfect beauty that Senevere possesses. If he knew what I had, Barcas would think differently. I would soon become the most beautiful woman in the world.
I ran out of the screen, excited with hope.
"How about this?"
Barcas, who had been looking out the window with a tired expression, turned his head toward me. Finally, something like emotion appeared on his face. However, it wasn't a very positive feeling.
Barcas, who had wrinkled his brow and glanced at me, spat out a little irritably.
"The very first dress."
He took a deep breath and added bluntly.
"Do that."
His voice was dry, with no hint of admiration or agitation that I had expected. But my heart was about to burst just by remembering the first of the dozens of clothes I had shown.
I gave him a strange smile.
"What, you pretended to be indifferent... You must have been watching carefully?'
He didn't say anything. Whatever it was, I just hoped that this boring demonstration would end quickly.
His cheeky attitude made me feel grumpy, but I decided to be generous. Even if it was difficult to change his attitude right away, I decided to show a little bit of myself.
I hummed and pulled out my first dress.
It was a delicate and elegant velvet circlet embroidered with the embroidery of the fairies. This garment would never leave my closet. It was Barcas' eye.
I quickly changed my clothes and walked out, swinging around in front of him.
"Is this right?"
He stared at me. It didn't seem strange that a woman who had been nervous all day suddenly fell into euphoria like a drunk person. Perhaps it makes no difference whether I go on a rampage like a monster or stumble like a madman.
But I wanted to believe that his attitude towards me had changed.
That is why, when did the indifferent gaze began to linger on the edge of my face for a long time. But that was not all. The way he spoke to me seemed softer than before.
I, sensitively aware of the subtle changes, felt a faint anticipation stir in my heart.
Maybe Barcas is also sad to break up with me? Since we have been together for so long. I don't know if he has any hateful feelings. I clung pathetically to such vain hopes.
"If I dance in this outfit, you will definitely look like a fairy Queen, right?"
My question caused incontinence between his eyebrows.
Is he tired of the never-ending questions? Do you know? Maybe he was thinking about the answer to my question. I decided to think in a good way.
"Don't stand there like that, and rehearse with me."
I tugged at my arm before he could say anything. A man who wouldn't have budged in the past was dragged in as if he couldn't win.
Look. I was elated. Something has changed, after all.
I turned around, pulling the stiff man a little harder, as if I didn't want to actively cooperate. Then, I tripped over a chest on the floor and lost my balance. I instinctively grabbed his arm.
Barcas spat out words he didn't understand and hurriedly wrapped his arm around my waist.
However, the room was so messed up that there was no place to put my feet. A mess of clothes wrapped around my ankles, and I slumped to the carpet. I let out a small curse.
"You should have put the room away like that!"
Barcas, who tried to cover me, raised one eyebrow. He was only an escort knight, not a servant. I couldn't force him to do something as trivial as tidying up. Even though ai knew it clearly, I was very nervous.
"If I have a bruise on my buttocks, I won't let it go. You stupid escort knight!"
As I grumbled and tried to get myself up, I felt a tingling pain in my scalp. I glared at him in disbelief.
"Did you pull my hair now?"
A short sigh escaped from his lips.
"I think your hair is caught in the button of my sleeve."
Then he pulled the arm behind his back slightly forward.
I screamed and slammed into his chest.
"It hurts, you idiot!"
He stopped moving and looked down into my eyes, which were damp and watery. It was tingling, but I scowled at him.
Barcas let out another soft sigh and put his arms around my back again. Then he began to move his hands carefully, as if to untangle my hair.
I sat between his legs and rolled my eyes nervously. Later, I thought about our inappropriate distance and posture.
The faint smell of soap and mint wafted from his body, and my heart beat furiously, as if it was about to explode. The sound seemed to be heard in Barcas's ears.
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