“How about this?”
Dietrich opened the beautiful box, and inside was a blue jewel so large it looked like it would break your neck if you just hung it.
“Is it a diamond?”
"Yes."
I was tempted because I thought selling it would be enough to fund my escape.
But it seems too expensive to sell to a peddler, and I'm afraid I'll get caught selling it, so I'll give it up!
“It’s too big for me to handle.”
"Hmm..."
Dietrich, who had been looking me up and down, nodded as if he understood.
“Well, you look so pitiful. Didn’t you even get to eat soup properly?”
I don't think it's that bad.
“Yes, something else.”
“How about this? Hmm, this one is small.”
“It looks small in your hand, but look, it’s huge to me.”
“Then try this.”
Dietrich seemed to enjoy helping me choose the jewels.
I picked up things made of gold, preferably ones with lots of small gems. Just in case, I wanted something that would stand out and be easy to sell.
“Take this too.”
Besides what I had chosen, Dietrich had also piled up a lot of jewelry boxes.
Among them was a box containing the enormous blue diamond necklace that I had recommended at the very beginning.
...If you were going to do whatever you wanted, why did you ask me to choose what I wanted?
“Let’s go, Author.”
Dietrich smiled triumphantly.
Like a dog that went far away with a toy in its mouth without being told to do so and then came back.
“Ugh! I can’t do it! I can’t do it!”
I started practicing dancing again, and after about three days, I collapsed on the floor.
"There's a limit to it. Do you think I dream of being the king of dance? Stop it."
This practice addict ended up making me memorize an entire dance number in three days, even though I had absolutely no fundamental skills.
“You’re so tired from just a waltz, you’re weak.”
Dietrich smirked, one corner of his lips curling upward.
“Besides, it’s only one song. Get up.”
Where did the guy who whispered so desperately to me that I couldn't go go?
“If you don’t, I’ll wake you up.”
“I have something else I want to do!”
"What?"
My trembling legs were at their limit, so I hurriedly said something, and Dietrich got caught.
“Oh, I want to eat something delicious.”
"You don't like the food? Then I'll replace the chef right away."
“No! Not like that.”
I quickly shook my head, as I couldn't let an innocent chef get fired.
"Aren't cafes trendy these days? I want to go to a cafe with a nice view and enjoy a cake in style."
Dietrich looked as if he didn't understand my desire, but when I told him I wanted it, he nodded obediently. Thank goodness.
“After you learn one more song, I’ll take you with me.”
“Ugh.”
I made a face like I was going to vomit, but who wouldn't call him a tenacious knight commander? Dietrich ran doggedly toward his goal.
It wasn't until two days later, when I started feeling body aches and muscle pain all over my body, that I finally stopped.
“Why are you so weak?”
He clicked his tongue, but he still fed me nutritional supplements and meals, and wiped away my cold sweat.
Dietrich, who was changing my towel, blurted out a word.
“You really can’t dance.”
I was so stunned that I wanted to cover my ears.
“But there is nothing to worry about.”
Dietrich turned his head to the side, his back flushed.
“You know you can’t dance, so why don’t you just dance with me?”
Ah, as expected.
The heroine, who came from another world, was unfamiliar with the social dancing here.
I learned to dance at the Beluga Mansion from a different dance teacher, but my skills didn't improve at all.
The line just before is something Dietrich said while laughing at the heroine taking dance lessons.
My head got cold.
I could look at Dietrich very calmly.
Even though this world feels real, the man in front of me walks a set path.
Even though I sometimes deviate, I can still be cold to the male protagonists because they show the world as I have set it, and I can feel that this world is real.
At times like this, my resolve becomes even stronger.
'They really need a heroine.'
...Now that I think about it, why did Shish say he had a crush on me?
No, did you say you fell in love?
“Don’t think about anything else and just concentrate.”
During practice, Dietrich, who was always sincere, pushed me. And so, after my training to death, I was completely transformed.
Plus, my body was completely ruined, and I couldn't even walk.
I sat back on the sofa and tried to kick Dietrich, but failed miserably.
My feet won't go up...
“Are you human? Are you human?”
“It’s because you’re weak.”
Dietrich, snickering, took some soothing muscle pain medicine and gently applied it to my arms and legs. His touch was very careful, quite different from his previous complaints about me being weak.
"This is the Beluga clan's special remedy. It's a muscle pain medication developed by our family, which has produced knights for generations."
I know.
Because I wrote it.
If it were Shish, he would have smiled faintly and said, "Master, you understand, right?" Then he would have watched my reaction.
But while Dietrich called me an Author, he seemed to have forgotten my true identity.
This is the difference between a mad minister and a loyal knight commander.
I really don't need to use my brain in front of Dietrich. It's not that he's stupid, it's just that he's not the type to use his brain.
This is also a scene from the novel.
Dietrich applies some medicine to the heroine's muscles, which are sore from excessive dance practice and long nights.
This world feels vivid, but at some point, you realize that it is written in letters.
Clearly, some things have changed from what I knew.
For example, the whereabouts of the heroine, or the missing Crown Prince.
“Your hands are small, your feet are small, everything is small.”
Suddenly, Dietrich, who was applying the ointment, began to gaze intently at my feet. Then he stuck out his tongue and began licking my toes.
"What are you doing?"
“Sweet.”
"What?"
“It's sweet.”
The large knight commander, who had been muttering, began to suck my feet as if they were candy.
I washed my feet thoroughly before applying the medicine, but I put some smelly muscle pain medicine on my calves, and it feels good.
Although my feet were ticklish, I watched Dietrich's actions without any emotion.
The Knight Commander, who met the heroine and realized his affection for a specific part of her body, becomes obsessed with that part: her feet.
The excitement of dancing in a fancy dress and strolling through the mansion's gardens seemed to have washed away.
Yes, that's right.
I am in a novel, a virtual world.
The man kneeling in front of me and staring at me as if possessed is a paper doll.
“Ah, Author...”
Dietrich, excited again, buried his face in my thighs. His hands slid down to his pants, and he began to do something he'd been doing frequently lately.
The man let out an excited groan, and I stroked his blue hair.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Ugh.”
Dietrich, repeating the same action over and over again, stumbled and picked me up. Then he lay down on the bed.
“It’s daytime now.”
So I warned him not to do it, but he didn't even listen.
Yes, you don't listen to anyone but the Emperor.
“Come and see.”
He ended up sitting on top of me.
“Look, you made it like this.”
And then he vented his desires.
In the morning, Dietrich sits me down in a chair by the window, dazed from lack of sleep.
After he feeds me breakfast, I come to my senses a little and wash and change my clothes.
After that, I would sit by the window, dozing off or wandering outside. Of course, always with the landlord.
"Author."
"Huh?"
As I turned my gaze from the window, Dietrich naturally lowered his head and found my lips. I was quite used to this, so I sat still.
You've gotten pretty good at it.
Above all, he had such great suction power, and his breathing was so long that I had a hard time keeping up.
Dietrich, who hadn't moved even when I slapped his shoulder, turned his face away from me at the sound of a knock.
“Huh, huh.”
I thought I was going to suffocate to death.
It's a bit unfair that the cause of death is not a fever but respiratory distress.
Dietrich wiped his swollen lips with the back of his hand and opened the door.
“What’s going on?”
“Master, a guest has arrived.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to receive guests?”
“Those are the people I cannot stop.”
"What?"
The butler bowed deeply to his master, who looked uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong with you, butler? Don’t be angry.”
As I approached and stroked his arm, Dietrich's eyebrows immediately lowered. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
It was uncomfortable to do this in front of people, so I tried to shake it off, but those steel arms wouldn't budge. Who said he was this strong?
Yeah, me.
The butler raised his head again and gave me a grateful look.
What is it?
“Who? Those rude people.”
“That.”
The butler looked embarrassed.
“Your Excellency, the Prime Minister and...”
Somehow, Shish was quiet.
I wrinkled my nose because it wasn't that surprising.
But the muscles in my face tensed as the story continued.
“...they are the wizards of the Magic Tower.”
Dietrich's face crumpled again in an instant.
Dietrich opened the beautiful box, and inside was a blue jewel so large it looked like it would break your neck if you just hung it.
“Is it a diamond?”
"Yes."
I was tempted because I thought selling it would be enough to fund my escape.
But it seems too expensive to sell to a peddler, and I'm afraid I'll get caught selling it, so I'll give it up!
“It’s too big for me to handle.”
"Hmm..."
Dietrich, who had been looking me up and down, nodded as if he understood.
“Well, you look so pitiful. Didn’t you even get to eat soup properly?”
I don't think it's that bad.
“Yes, something else.”
“How about this? Hmm, this one is small.”
“It looks small in your hand, but look, it’s huge to me.”
“Then try this.”
Dietrich seemed to enjoy helping me choose the jewels.
I picked up things made of gold, preferably ones with lots of small gems. Just in case, I wanted something that would stand out and be easy to sell.
“Take this too.”
Besides what I had chosen, Dietrich had also piled up a lot of jewelry boxes.
Among them was a box containing the enormous blue diamond necklace that I had recommended at the very beginning.
...If you were going to do whatever you wanted, why did you ask me to choose what I wanted?
“Let’s go, Author.”
Dietrich smiled triumphantly.
Like a dog that went far away with a toy in its mouth without being told to do so and then came back.
***
“Ugh! I can’t do it! I can’t do it!”
I started practicing dancing again, and after about three days, I collapsed on the floor.
"There's a limit to it. Do you think I dream of being the king of dance? Stop it."
This practice addict ended up making me memorize an entire dance number in three days, even though I had absolutely no fundamental skills.
“You’re so tired from just a waltz, you’re weak.”
Dietrich smirked, one corner of his lips curling upward.
“Besides, it’s only one song. Get up.”
Where did the guy who whispered so desperately to me that I couldn't go go?
“If you don’t, I’ll wake you up.”
“I have something else I want to do!”
"What?"
My trembling legs were at their limit, so I hurriedly said something, and Dietrich got caught.
“Oh, I want to eat something delicious.”
"You don't like the food? Then I'll replace the chef right away."
“No! Not like that.”
I quickly shook my head, as I couldn't let an innocent chef get fired.
"Aren't cafes trendy these days? I want to go to a cafe with a nice view and enjoy a cake in style."
Dietrich looked as if he didn't understand my desire, but when I told him I wanted it, he nodded obediently. Thank goodness.
“After you learn one more song, I’ll take you with me.”
“Ugh.”
I made a face like I was going to vomit, but who wouldn't call him a tenacious knight commander? Dietrich ran doggedly toward his goal.
It wasn't until two days later, when I started feeling body aches and muscle pain all over my body, that I finally stopped.
“Why are you so weak?”
He clicked his tongue, but he still fed me nutritional supplements and meals, and wiped away my cold sweat.
Dietrich, who was changing my towel, blurted out a word.
“You really can’t dance.”
I was so stunned that I wanted to cover my ears.
“But there is nothing to worry about.”
Dietrich turned his head to the side, his back flushed.
“You know you can’t dance, so why don’t you just dance with me?”
Ah, as expected.
The heroine, who came from another world, was unfamiliar with the social dancing here.
I learned to dance at the Beluga Mansion from a different dance teacher, but my skills didn't improve at all.
The line just before is something Dietrich said while laughing at the heroine taking dance lessons.
My head got cold.
I could look at Dietrich very calmly.
Even though this world feels real, the man in front of me walks a set path.
Even though I sometimes deviate, I can still be cold to the male protagonists because they show the world as I have set it, and I can feel that this world is real.
At times like this, my resolve becomes even stronger.
'They really need a heroine.'
...Now that I think about it, why did Shish say he had a crush on me?
No, did you say you fell in love?
“Don’t think about anything else and just concentrate.”
During practice, Dietrich, who was always sincere, pushed me. And so, after my training to death, I was completely transformed.
Plus, my body was completely ruined, and I couldn't even walk.
I sat back on the sofa and tried to kick Dietrich, but failed miserably.
My feet won't go up...
“Are you human? Are you human?”
“It’s because you’re weak.”
Dietrich, snickering, took some soothing muscle pain medicine and gently applied it to my arms and legs. His touch was very careful, quite different from his previous complaints about me being weak.
"This is the Beluga clan's special remedy. It's a muscle pain medication developed by our family, which has produced knights for generations."
I know.
Because I wrote it.
If it were Shish, he would have smiled faintly and said, "Master, you understand, right?" Then he would have watched my reaction.
But while Dietrich called me an Author, he seemed to have forgotten my true identity.
This is the difference between a mad minister and a loyal knight commander.
I really don't need to use my brain in front of Dietrich. It's not that he's stupid, it's just that he's not the type to use his brain.
This is also a scene from the novel.
Dietrich applies some medicine to the heroine's muscles, which are sore from excessive dance practice and long nights.
This world feels vivid, but at some point, you realize that it is written in letters.
Clearly, some things have changed from what I knew.
For example, the whereabouts of the heroine, or the missing Crown Prince.
“Your hands are small, your feet are small, everything is small.”
Suddenly, Dietrich, who was applying the ointment, began to gaze intently at my feet. Then he stuck out his tongue and began licking my toes.
"What are you doing?"
“Sweet.”
"What?"
“It's sweet.”
The large knight commander, who had been muttering, began to suck my feet as if they were candy.
I washed my feet thoroughly before applying the medicine, but I put some smelly muscle pain medicine on my calves, and it feels good.
Although my feet were ticklish, I watched Dietrich's actions without any emotion.
The Knight Commander, who met the heroine and realized his affection for a specific part of her body, becomes obsessed with that part: her feet.
The excitement of dancing in a fancy dress and strolling through the mansion's gardens seemed to have washed away.
Yes, that's right.
I am in a novel, a virtual world.
The man kneeling in front of me and staring at me as if possessed is a paper doll.
“Ah, Author...”
Dietrich, excited again, buried his face in my thighs. His hands slid down to his pants, and he began to do something he'd been doing frequently lately.
The man let out an excited groan, and I stroked his blue hair.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Ugh.”
Dietrich, repeating the same action over and over again, stumbled and picked me up. Then he lay down on the bed.
“It’s daytime now.”
So I warned him not to do it, but he didn't even listen.
Yes, you don't listen to anyone but the Emperor.
“Come and see.”
He ended up sitting on top of me.
“Look, you made it like this.”
And then he vented his desires.
***
In the morning, Dietrich sits me down in a chair by the window, dazed from lack of sleep.
After he feeds me breakfast, I come to my senses a little and wash and change my clothes.
After that, I would sit by the window, dozing off or wandering outside. Of course, always with the landlord.
"Author."
"Huh?"
As I turned my gaze from the window, Dietrich naturally lowered his head and found my lips. I was quite used to this, so I sat still.
You've gotten pretty good at it.
Above all, he had such great suction power, and his breathing was so long that I had a hard time keeping up.
Dietrich, who hadn't moved even when I slapped his shoulder, turned his face away from me at the sound of a knock.
“Huh, huh.”
I thought I was going to suffocate to death.
It's a bit unfair that the cause of death is not a fever but respiratory distress.
Dietrich wiped his swollen lips with the back of his hand and opened the door.
“What’s going on?”
“Master, a guest has arrived.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to receive guests?”
“Those are the people I cannot stop.”
"What?"
The butler bowed deeply to his master, who looked uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong with you, butler? Don’t be angry.”
As I approached and stroked his arm, Dietrich's eyebrows immediately lowered. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
It was uncomfortable to do this in front of people, so I tried to shake it off, but those steel arms wouldn't budge. Who said he was this strong?
Yeah, me.
The butler raised his head again and gave me a grateful look.
What is it?
“Who? Those rude people.”
“That.”
The butler looked embarrassed.
“Your Excellency, the Prime Minister and...”
Somehow, Shish was quiet.
I wrinkled my nose because it wasn't that surprising.
But the muscles in my face tensed as the story continued.
“...they are the wizards of the Magic Tower.”
Dietrich's face crumpled again in an instant.
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