Chapter 41: Is this my True Nature?…

(Marinkia’s POV)

Another month has passed since I was adopted by Clare as her and Krul’s daughter. I guess that there is a side of me that wishes to go on a rampage and kill a bunch of humans and undead.

But is this the real me? I mean, I think that it is. After all, this is how I was before the world ended. Or at least, before the humans world ended. This city doesn’t count.

I don’t sleep more than usual, but I haven’t really done much of anything, either. Now that I am Clare’s daughter, she said that I had unrestricted access to her money in this city.

With said money, I did buy tons of things to entertain myself with. Such as books, handheld game consoles, and the games for them, and some other items.

As for my clothes… Clare is the one who buys them for me. That goes for my lingerie and my normal outfits. Those being dresses. I swear… I didn’t expect that when Clare took me clothes shopping, that we would spend the entire day with just her dressing me up and buying any of the clothes that looked good.

Numens were very proud, so as you would expect, we don’t wear clothes from this city. Instead, we went to a clothing store that only the Numens have access to. The clothes that you can buy there…

They’re the most expensive and luxurious clothes that I have ever worn. Clare didn’t even buy them with this cities currency. I cannot go back to the quality of clothes that I wore before I ended up as Clare’s daughter…

No, really… These dresses, and the lingerie, they’re so damn soft and comfortable. I honestly feel like I am not even wearing anything at all most of the time. This is an actual problem, as I will accidentally end up walking around nude.

Marinkia: “Am I a failure of a woman?” I say with a sigh.

Berna: “No? Why would you think that?” She replied.

This is Berna, or “Maid A” as I called her before. Berna was the head-maid of this estate. Most of the other maids were new hires of just twenty years ago, but Berna has been with Clare for a very, very long time.

Marinkia: “I have forgotten to wear clothes twice already…” I answer.

Berna: “That’s not too bad, though?” She said with a head tilt.

Marinkia: “Huh? What do you mean?” I ask.

Berna: “I have watched over many mates before. Each of them was very serene and calm, but they always would forget to wear their clothes. Honestly… if it wasn’t for me being still aroused by my own mate, I would have thought that I wasn’t a lesbian. I got numb to seeing those pretty girls nude.” She explained.

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Marinkia: “…”

Berna: “Ah, I have been with Clare for a long time, but there was a period where I was a maid for others.” She clarified.

Why does it sound like mates live perfect lives? And why do I seem too long for one such life? I guess that I already am living such a life. But I think that it will be different when I am living with Mai and Mercedes.

Drip!

Marinkia: “Oops…” I say with an embarrassed tone.

Berna: “Oh, no. Do you want to take a bath, and I will go prepare a new outfit for you?” She asked.

Marinkia: “Bath.” I agree.

While I was thinking, I accidentally spilled my tea on myself. Luckily it wasn’t hot, as I only drink cold tea. A few of the maids guided me to the bath, and then undressed me. Then, with skill, they cleaned me off.

In just ten minutes, I was pristinely clean, and had already taken a dip in the bath and gotten out of it. I was even quickly put in another cute lingerie and dress combo. Holy shit… when I did let myself get this pampered?…

Marinkia: “Am I being indoctrinated?” I ask.

Berna: “Yes.” She answered.

Marinkia: “…”

Berna: “…”

Marinkia: “At least deny it?” I plead.

Berna: “Why deny the truth? My kind pampers mates, that it just how it is. Soon, that is, if you stay with us longer, you might not even be able to do anything yourself at all. We do bathe you.” She said with a laugh.

Marinkia: “…Hey, at least I…” I swallow my words.

Looking at Berna’s facial expression, she probably guessed what I was going to say in defense. That is, I was going to say that I still eat on my own. But this is only true when I eat dinner with Clare. Most of the time, one of the maids will feed me while I am doing something else…

Berna: “Do not feel bad about this, Marinkia. Most mates are far more pampered than you. That is to say, we do love them, but they’re honestly very, very lazy.” She said with a reassuring tone.

Marn: “Yeah! It is really a treat to take care of such an energetic mate.” She agreed.

This was Marn, who I used to refer to as “Maid B.” Man… when did I become an asshole? Not even bothering to know someone’s name.

Marinkia: “I struggle to see anyone more lazy than me, though…” I say with a thinking pose.

Marn: “Then you should imagine harder. The last mate that I took care of would even forget to chew her food. Imagine having to move a woman’s mouth up and down, just because she couldn’t be bothered to do so herself.” She said with a groan.

Marinkia: “That sounds difficult… What even is the point of mates in our society? We aren’t… pets, right?” I ask with a nervous tone.

Berna: “Absolutely not. Our pets can be considered to be the undead. Mates are a vital part of our society, even if they don’t contribute to anything, and cannot bear offspring.” She denied.

Marinkia: “I mean, that sorta proves my point? Honestly, I feel like I’ve become the pretty doll of this estate.” I reply with a sigh.

Berna: “You see, Marinkia. Our species feels emotions far stronger than even the most empathic human could feel. Due to this, we need something to express our feelings to. Mates are perfect for this case.” She explained.

Marinkia: “It… it feels good for you all to take care of me?” I ask with a head tilt.

Marn: “That it does! It literally fills us with immense joy and energy. It might sound weird from a human’s viewpoint, but mates really are important to us.” She said with a happy smile.

Such a thing… I guess that it isn’t that weird, though. I mean, it’s not like humans didn’t dote or pamper those that they care about. For the Numens, it is just on a far higher level than normal.

Door Opening Sound.

Hearing the door open, I abandon all sense of pride that I had as a warrior, and I ran up to Clare to give her a hug. I’ll admit… I have become addicted to her love and care, and I fully see Clare as my real and true mother. It was so nice that, as I hugged her, she softly and lovingly rubbed my head…