The Players And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me – Volume 1, Chapter 24
Chapter 24: What’s Wrong with a Lord Stealing a Maid’s Stockings?
By the time Sivey received Baron Talrand’s reply, it was already late at night.
In the letter, Talrand readily agreed to Sivey’s request and expressed his urgent need for assistance — the Orcs were getting close to Black River Castle.
Talrand’s eager agreement made Sivey feel incredulous.
There must be some trick to it when things went too smoothly.
But Sivey still decided to mobilize his troops tomorrow morning. No matter what schemes that old fart Talrand was playing, if he annoyed Sivey, he would just take over his Black River Territory.
He didn’t want to consider tomorrow’s matters too much.
There were more important things for Sivey to do now!
Stealing stockings!
“System, do you have any requirements for stockings? Do you want them in their original state or washed? Do you want black or white? Do you want them with holes?”
System: “……（─.─||）”
The system entered tactical silence once again.
Actually, according to Sivey’s original idea, he could just go directly to Lori and ask for a pair.
But despite his thoughts, when it came time to actually do it, Sivey found it a bit difficult to proceed…
Would he be seen as a pervert?
Certainly!
But in the ten minutes of his hesitation and dilemma, his body had already obediently arrived at Lori’s room door.
“Huh? Why did I come over?”
“Now that I’m here…”
“Can the lord’s actions be called stealing?”
Sivey steadied his mind.
Then, stealthily, he entered Lori’s room.
According to his careful calculations, Lori should be preparing for bed in the bathroom at this time.
This was the opportunity!
A scent of roses mixed with a milky fragrance wafted over him.
This scent was particularly familiar to Sivey. The scent of roses was from the petals soaking in the water during the bath, and the sweet milky fragrance was Lori’s own scent.
Sivey decisively pushed open the door to Lori’s bedroom.
With a sweep of his gaze, a row of stockings neatly stacked on the windowsill beside the bed came into view.
Black, white, lacy, fishnet…
And, importantly, there were few pairs of Common ones, with most of them having patterns…
“Could it be that Lori has a thing for this?”
“Which pair should I take?”
Sivey picked up a new pair of stockings with one hand and a worn pair with the other, feeling torn.
In the moment he grasped the worn pair of stockings, he felt a lingering warmth.
Fresh!
Sivey brought it closer and examined it carefully.
Surprisingly, it smelled of milkiness. Sivey’s mind swayed, and he couldn’t help but visualize Lori’s pair of snow-white, slender, perfectly proportioned legs.
Sivey couldn’t understand why it smelled so fragrant.
Regardless of his understanding, in the end, he chose the worn, white Common stockings that Lori had worn.
As the Eagle Lord, he was a thrifty and frugal person, choosing old over new, not for any other reason.
This was to complete the system Quest.
With a serious expression, Sivey tucked the stockings into his pocket and then sneakily returned to his own room.
…
“Knock, knock, knock.”
“Master, it’s me.”
“Ahem, please come in,” Sivey hastily tucked the stockings in his hand into his pocket, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Lori gently pushed the door open, then turned around to pick up a basin of hot water from the floor and walked in.
She was here to serve Sivey and wash his feet.
The young maid first tested the water temperature with her hand, then carefully placed Sivey’s feet into the water. Even so, she still lifted her delicate face and asked softly, “Master, is the water temperature okay?”
“Just right,” Sivey looked at Lori with gentle eyes and smiled slightly.
His feet felt a bit itchy, and he could clearly feel a pair of soft and gentle hands gently rubbing his soles, consciously pressing on certain acupoints.
The maid seemed to have learned foot massage techniques from Mrs. Chris, but she was still very inexperienced.
However, as an Earth Knight, Sivey was not as particular as those common nobles. He appreciated the maid’s care and tenderness.
As for the quality of the massage, it didn’t matter.
Sensing Sivey’s smile, Lori raised her head, gently wiping the thin sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and looked at Sivey somewhat shyly, asking, “Master, if Lori’s massage isn’t good, are you teasing Lori?”
Looking at her cute and lovely face, Sivey couldn’t help but touch her furry ears and said with a smile, “Of course not, you’re doing great. I’m smiling because I’m happy to have such a thoughtful and gentle maid. I’ve hit the jackpot.”
After washing his feet, Lori, as before, climbed into bed naked and covered Sivey with the blanket to keep him warm.
But Sivey still slept at the opposite end of the bed.
The dim moonlight spilled onto the terrace, casting a faint, cold light into the dark room.
In the moonlight, Sivey inadvertently caught sight of Lori’s delicate and fair feet, and he remembered the stockings he had stolen.
With an inexplicable impulse, he casually held the girl’s delicate and tender feet in his hand.
These small, cute feet were as delicate and tender as jade, milk-white in color, and the toes were as pink as tender lotus shoots.
As he held them in his palm, he could completely envelop them.
They felt soft, smooth, as silky as satin, and seemed to have no bones.
These petite and delicate jade feet made Sivey reluctant to let go, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit ticklish.
Suddenly, he somewhat understood those people in his past life with special preferences.
“I’m not a pervert! I’m not a pervert!”
“Can the lord’s actions be called perversion?”
Sivey instantly felt justified.
“M-Master, what’s wrong… Why are you holding Lori’s feet?”
In the faint moonlight, Lori gazed at Sivey with her large, hazy eyes, her face slightly flushed. Since he had taken hold of her foot, her body had been trembling slightly, but she didn’t resist, allowing him to hold it.
The warmth of his large hand on her foot sent a comforting feeling through her heart, like a feather gently brushing against it.
Lori remembered some knowledge about warming the bed that Aunt Chris had told her, and shyly murmured, “Mas… Master, shall we proceed to the next step of warming the bed… Lori wants to become a qualified Personal Maid…”
“Lori, you’re already a qualified Personal Maid.”
“But…”
“Go to sleep, there’s a lot to do tomorrow.”
“Master, master… the bed… is it okay…”
“Snores… zzzz…”
“Mas, master?…”
“Snores… zzzzzzzzzzzzz…”
“Wu…” (.??︿??.)”
…
Early the next morning, before dawn, Sivey had already donned his armor and arrived at the gate of Winterkeep.
Before him stood fifty knights, over two hundred guards, and ten tall Tauren Warriors, all assembled in neat ranks.
As a Count, Sivey had the authority to command a force of about a thousand troops.
This number referred to regular soldiers and fully equipped knights, excluding militia.
However, the Eagle Territory was impoverished, barely collecting any taxes throughout the year.
Maintaining even less than five hundred soldiers required Sivey to dip into his own funds.
Additionally, Sivey had already abolished the eleventh tax, which meant that until a stable source of income was established, the territory’s revenue would sharply decline.
But Sivey didn’t mind. Lack of money meant finding other means—robbing players, other lords, or Orcs—Sivey wouldn’t starve. Moreover, he believed quality mattered more than quantity. His troops were all well-trained elites, capable of handling three enemies at once, not to mention the ten formidable Tauren Warriors.
Surveying the spirited and aggressive army before him, Sivey nodded in satisfaction. He mounted his horse and raised his massive sword, ready for the journey ahead.
There was no need for rallying words; his personal leadership alone was the greatest morale booster.
As the first light of dawn broke, Sivey drew his sword, held it high, and shouted in a resounding voice:
“Charge!”
…
From the clock tower of Winterkeep…
The maid watched as the army gradually disappeared into the distance. She rubbed her reddened eyes, lowered her head, and clasped her hands together in a devout gesture.
It wasn’t until long after the army had vanished from sight that she silently left, alone with her thoughts.
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