When was the last time I killed someone?

The natural order of this world is to kill or to be killed and I obviously won’t let myself get killed. It was not as simple as killing a magical beast or a devil. It’s a matter of taking a life, a person’s very essence of living.

Killing someone means you are taking away their rights as a living being and depriving any of their relatives, friends, and even a lover, their time to spend with each other.

Initially, I was afraid of dying because I still have my parents back in my hometown but they dissed me so hard that I don’t care about them anymore.

My adventuring days became a little bit reckless until I reeled myself back at the right track before becoming a rogue. The following years to come has been dull but at the same time, fulfilling to some extent.

I thought…dying like this is fine too…

But I wonder, how can an arrival of a single person change your whole life in a blink of an eye?

Death has become something I only look forward now when I’m old. Life has given me something to treasure, to live for, and to die for.

I am currently stroking the long silver hair of Alstroemeria as he lay rests on the bed of Miss Asagao. I am more or less aware that they do sleep together so that’s one worry to think about considering Miss Asagao cherishes Alstroemeria as a dear friend.

There was something big happening, an event that I cannot involve myself anymore but for some reason, Alstroemeria plays a big part in it. She was a big concern for the man called Nil and is greatly regarded by Hydrangea.

I thought I’m carrying a heavy burden on my shoulders…

Turns out that I am just trying to play the victim here, that I want a respite from what I have done even though I am more deserving of a severe punishment.

KNOCK

KNOCK

Two knocks resounded from the door before it slowly opens with a little to no creak. It has been a while since I retreated from the royal chamber because of the pressure that the atmosphere of the people there puts

I bet the knights and soldiers there are shaking from their hips down.

I have the need to left for Alstroemeria so the only one who is occupying this room is me and Alstroemeria is still unconscious. Hearing her breath softly just puts me at ease, knowing that there’s nothing wrong with her at the very least.

From the door enters a girl wearing a customize maid outfit. What stands out from her is the horns sticking out from her blond hair. Her eyes have a slit horizontally that immediately made me think of a goat.

Nonetheless, she is stunningly attractive too albeit as young as Miss Topaz. This is the girl that’s always with her, Miss Mimi.

“I’ve brought something to drink! Do you want tea or coffee?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Shame, well, I’ll have some tea for myself then!”

As she said so, she pushes the tray cart into the room with the said tea and coffee on it and nonchalantly set the table for herself. She takes out the luscious tarts in a platter and serves herself a tea with a glee.

I know she is just acting as a maid due to her whim but seeing a maid pour for own tea will make you think just how audacious the act is.

The only question now is, why here?

“Are you sure you don’t want any? For example, a slice of cake!?~”

“I have no knack for sweets. I have a refined taste for liquor though.”

“Ew…”

This girl…

“Kahahaha! Don’t look at me like that! Youngsters these days just can’t take a joke.”

“Youngsters? Hmm, I see. You are someone who has quite a number on her.”

“Are we talking about age or weight?!”

“You wouldn’t touch the subject of weight if you are confident of your own diet.”

“You aren’t going to stop me from eating these tarts.”

“No one is stopping you!”

“By the way, Topaz eats ten times more than I can!”

“Must be going all to her chests, huh?”

“It’s a good pillow! It’s really soft and warm and your face just sinks in!”

Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.

“Alstroemeria has equally soft breasts in her older form! You don’t know how incredible its elasticity is! Whenever we take a bath, it is one thing I record as her growth.”

“Eeh…such a lech. Why are you competing?”

Well, it’s my fault for getting carried away…

It’s not that I see Alstroemeria in a really lewd way, it’s just that as someone who possesses a below average size, feeling up something incredibly soft, big, and elastic breasts gives a satisfying after effect. Even more so if the target cannot contain her voice from leaking out.

“But honestly, don’t you think them having those lovely bags adds more charm?”

“Ah, I see you’re a pervert of culture as well.”

“…??...???”

“Kahahaha! Don’t mind me!”

That’s just oddly weird and disturbing…

I heard people who live long basically becomes bored and develops a whimsical attitude to adapt to their surroundings. If it is not whimsical attitude, they may become devoid of any soft emotions and turns edgy.

It’s hard to live a life like that.

“So, why the long face?”

“Aren’t you jumping into a serious subject a little fast?”

“That’s normal. I can see in your face that you have what they call internal conflict, something common among humans.”

“You actually think I’d open up to someone I barely know?”

“…Wait, aren’t we friends or some sort?!”

I have no recollection of becoming her friend.

Is she the type of person to say that A friend of my friend is also my friend?

“A friend of my friend is also my friend!”

“Read you right, huh?”

“Don’t hold back! I’m lending you an ear here!”

Why do you look so proud?

As much as I can, I want to keep my business to myself but well, letting someone else uninvolved might give me something to think about.

I don’t have anything to lose anymore so I might as well let her hear it.

“I did something wrong. I did it for someone so she may grow into a better person. In the end, she did show a considerable growth but ended up hating me. What’s more, I don’t regret my actions and my only woes now are that she hates me.”

“I see, I see, so Alstroemeria ended up hating you.”

“…Listen here, I am describing this problem with the subject with an anonymous identity. You are a bad listener after all…”

“It’s obvious so what’s there to complain?”

I place a hand on my face with a fleeting sigh and my brows meeting end to end. This girl is too blunt with her words that I just need to take a second thought if I should continue.

Should I?

“I’m sorry, I know you are serious but it seems your problems aren’t as serious as what those people below floor are discussing.”

“I know your point but, different people carry different worries. It doesn’t matter how serious it is, as long as a person is burdened by anxiety, it’s equally bad.”

“Ah, I see…that was very insightful.”

Who’s helping who here?

“I’m really sorry…I think I am really not that helpful…obviously.”

“So you know it yourself.”

“I just can’t help it. When I saw your face, It reminded me of my late master. He often…wears a sullen face, never smiling and carries a huge drop of rage inside his heart…”

“Your late master…?”

“I figured that I should do something so I can erase that kind of countenance from you. I really can’t give you any nice feedback or insight but I want to at least let you know that wearing that kind of face will worry a lot of people.”

Am I really making that kind of worrisome face?

It was such a trivial matter in the corner of my mind but for someone to take notice of it, it feels a little nice, even if she was relating it to her late master.

Miss Mimi, she doesn’t know anything but she came to me with the intention to alleviate me of some of these negative emotion out of goodwill.

“It’ll be nice if you can make up with Alstroemeria sooner. Don’t be like my late master who disappeared on us without a word. It was really depressing…”

“Haa…”

“Please…don’t be like him…uuugghh…”

“Why did you suddenly start crying?”

“Waaaaaaah!”

………

……

…

What a pain!

It seems upon remembering her late master, she started becoming sentimental and broke down to tears. I mean, aren’t you the one who came here to lend me an ear?

Since she won’t stop crying, I move beside her and lend her a handkerchief while rubbing her back.

Miss Mimi used the offered handkerchief to dry her cheeks but her tears keep coming and because of the swing of her emotion, she clings to my arm.

“You are really affectionate of your late master.”

“I at least wanted him to see me in this form and have his baby.”

“There are things I wanted to point out but cry your heart out for now.”

What kind of master did this girl had in the past?

Why did he disappear on her?

But I know for certain that I am not going to go away from Alstroemeria despite our current problem. Now that I think about it, this is the first time she and I are having this kind of woes.

“Zzz…”

“She…fell asleep?”

After giving me some trouble, she fell asleep. This is a dumbness equals to Alstroemeria and when it comes to dumb kids, I can’t help but smile to these random shenanigans.

I guess even if you have lived for so long, it doesn’t mean you are wiser or immune from being dumb.

I mean…I need to accept that I’m dumb too.

Dumb, huh…

For now, let’s carry this girl to the bed over there since it looks like it can fit up to five little girls.

With that said, I started lifting her from the chair where she is sitting but I am immediately met with a sudden problem…

SHE’S HEAVY!

Miss Mimi appears to be a girl in her early teens but her weight seems like I am holding a grown man in my arms! That’s why she is conscious of her weight!

What with this gap in her appearance and weight?!

UOOOooooohhh!

Don’t underestimate a former veteran adventurer!

With some of my maneuvering, I was able to land Miss Mimi on the bed safely and soundly without waking up Alstroemeria.

Dumb kids are adorable, okay…

…I think it’s time for me to leave. I don’t sleep in the castle but in an inn because of my stubbornness.

I quietly opened the door and closed it behind me gently. I met a soldier eye to eye and gestured to him that be quiet. He receives the message and nods knowingly.

There are a lot of things I need to reflect on.

My encounter with people hasn’t ended yet and I am still being pulled to a lot of them, whether good or bad. They are a factor that can change my life while pairing it with a decent decision and confrontation.

It feels like my age of twenty-eight is still young and these people pave a new path for me to a new tomorrow.

Alstroemeria is…

She only left footprints in the past and never retraces it, she stands still in the present to experience the world around her and she looks forward to the future.

I love to view the world like how she does.

Next time, I would like to know how Alstoemeria thinks, how she comes to love the world despite everything that happened to her, and how she can still keep caring for me even though I’ve done terrible things.

With these renewed thoughts, I go down the stairs in a simple yet gleeful manner.

While I am here, I might as well take a final peek at what’s happening in the royal chamber. At the very least, I should know what I am going to face the next morning.

I quietly march my way to the direction where Miss Asagao and the others are and found myself standing at the open door of the said chamber.

I took a little peek…

And what inside the room…greatly shook me to the core.

The scene was just plain outrageous.

“What’s wrong, Ashfon Astlan Lionheart? Are you perhaps at your wit’s end?”

“That’s a feeble provocation coming from a man with no sense of pride.”

The king himself and Nil are now in a standoff, with each other’s hostility concentrated on each other while onlookers have encircled on them.

And lastly, Miss Asagao is sitting at one corner while facing the wall like she is sulking.

Why is it plain outrageous?

Right now, the two of them are sitting opposite each other. Both of them are holding sets of cards in their hands like they are playing a game.

No, it is definitely a game they are playing.

However, what most noticeable is that both of them are only in their trousers, with their bare body shown for the populace to see.

What’s going on here?