The Players And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me – Volume 1, Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Ominous Premonitions
Time passed by second by second…
Lori’s little head was once again pressed against Sivey’s chest, her tender little face blushing transparently, with some sweat stains on her forehead.
She gently rubbed her face against Sivey’s chest, until she had enough, then lifted her head.
Those innocent and beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, looking at Sivey with affection and a hint of shyness and unease:
“M-Master, how do you think Lori has served you?”
Sivey, upon hearing this, pinched Lori’s somewhat chubby cheeks, brushed aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and said affectionately, feeling sorry for her:
“Why do you torment yourself like this? Clearly, there’s no need to do so. The master won’t dislike you for it.”
Sivey knew well that Lori went to great lengths to learn various skills to please him because she felt inferior about her demi-human identity, afraid that one day he would no longer want her.
Facing Sivey’s inquiry, Lori just lowered her head, burying her little face in the chest she longed for, half-worded.
Her tail behind her shook gently, brushing against Sivey’s leg, revealing her inner unease.
After a moment, Sivey finally heard Lori’s muffled voice from his chest:
“Lori, many people have said that in the future, Winterkeep may recruit many maids. At that time, there will be more and more beautiful maids. Mrs. Chris said that if Lori doesn’t take the initiative, the master will definitely be taken away.”
“And,” Lori became sadder as she spoke, as if she had already lost her master. With a tearful tone, she continued:
“And in the future, the master will marry a noble lady as his wife. If she dislikes Lori then, what should Lori do? Will the master chase Lori away?”
“Master, Lori will be obedient, please don’t chase Lori away…”
Sivey’s heart ached hearing this. He quickly cupped the maid’s pretty face in his hands, gently wiping away the tears from her eyes with his thumbs, comforting her:
“Mrs. Chris is scaring you. I, as the master, am different from other nobles. I won’t hire many maids. I’m a noble who relies on strength and military exploits for a living, you know what I mean?”
Seeing the maid’s bewildered expression, Sivey couldn’t help but boop her soft nose and continue explaining:
“It means I often go out to battle and don’t stay in the castle regularly. So why would I need so many maids? Wouldn’t that be a waste of money?”
“Besides, I don’t fancy those noble ladies. They’re not even half as good as my little maid. Don’t you agree?”
“Master, you’re lying. Lori is just a sub…”
“Shh—” Sivey gently covered Lori’s small mouth, interrupting her and forbidding her to continue.
“Anyway, the master won’t abandon you or leave you. Remember that. As for your identity, it’s the fault of the times, not yours. The master will find a way to solve it slowly. Do you believe in the master?”
“Lori… Lori will definitely believe in the master, but…”
Lori raised her head pitifully, her watery eyes filled with tears, and she hesitantly said:
“But what if the master doesn’t want Lori anymore, saying Lori is too young… What if… what if the master gets upset?”
“Maybe… maybe master, you should find a mistress…”
Though she said these words, the maid clearly felt conflicted.
She deeply loved her master, of course, and also had her own selfishness. No girl would want to share the person she liked with someone else. In her heart, she naturally hoped that the one she served would be her.
So as she spoke, tears of grievances welled up.
Sivey quickly sat up, pulling the girl into his arms, patting her back gently, and soothingly said:
“Be good, don’t cry. Look, do you see how little time your master has to find a mistress? I promise you, in the future, I’ll only have you as my personal maid. No one else can replace you, okay?”
Lori nestled in Sivey’s arms, her eyes watery, nodding, and asking again:
“Then, master, did you like it just now? Am I a qualified personal maid now?”
Sivey wiped away her tears, then kissed her forehead affectionately, saying:
“Of course you are. But in the future, there’s no need to do things to please me. I won’t stop liking you, and I won’t leave you. You also need to have confidence in yourself, understand?”
“Und-understood, master. Then, master, did you like it just now…”
“…”
Seeing Sivey’s silence, Lori coquettishly continued:
“Master… Master, just tell Lori, okay~”
Sivey: Emmm…
“Master, say it~”
“Well…”
“Hmph, master, say it quickly~”
“Alright, I really like it, Lori is really amazing.”
“Hehe, just as expected, Lori has already figured it out~”
“Anyway… Lori will definitely keep working hard!”
Lori instantly squinted her eyes, smiling through her tears, feeling happy.
Sivey: “…”
Is this “keep working hard” serious?
But to be honest, Lori’s skills learned from Mrs. Chris were impeccable. Her massage technique was excellent. This time, not only did she massage his thighs, she even kissed his belly, and she accurately found the acupoints on the soles of his feet.
She really did well.
Although the little maid was already an adult, she still looked small.
So, as a reward for her diligent learning of skills and for her healthy growth, Sivey specially rewarded her with a large glass of precious, Eagle Territory specialty, Obsidian Bull’s Milk before bed.
After Lori finished washing up, the two cuddled intimately and slept without saying a word all night.
…
The next day, in Homan Castle.
In the room of Viscount Button, the lingering twilight brought a hint of heat to the room.
As dusk fell, the stars began to appear.
The news of Winterfell’s gathering and departure had long been reported by scouts.
Winterfell’s movements were a bit too fast, making him feel somewhat uneasy. The other side seemed to be quite eager.
The militias and knights of the Button Family had already begun to gather. So far, they had gathered more than three thousand people, and there were still more militias coming from farther away, but they had not yet arrived.
Viscount Button was not just a nobleman who indulged in eating, drinking, and merrymaking. He naturally understood what it meant for the other side to efficiently gather militias.
An army with more desire for battle, even if they were cannon fodder, could still play an important role on the battlefield.
An ominous premonition lingered in his mind. He always felt that the other side was too proactive. Even if the militias had strong combat desires, they shouldn’t be so urgent. Were they underestimating him?
Could it be that the talented young man had grown so arrogant?
But now the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Unless he was willing to give up the opportunity for the Button Family to rise to the upper class, this battle was inevitable.
With those three lords and his son’s hidden trump card, he didn’t believe that there would be any problems.
Viscount Button came to the window, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, calming his emotions.
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