I... have some questions.
"Oh, it's really nothing. This is a world of the novel named " Chasing My Dearest" and I am the main character. " said the 150 cm long girl with ridiculously fluffy and pastel hair with eyes straight from Lovecraftian horror stories. And here I am listening to her, baffled, in a maid's clothing.
" So... Who am I then? " because I was pretty sure that I looked the same, right? Even though her explanation was crazy, it would answer a lot of things so I was ready to accept it until...
"The ever loyal BFF of the main character of course, all you have to do is stay by my side, support me at all times and if needed die for me."
Oh only that...
WAIT! I'm supposed to be that brat's slave?! Hell no.
And die??! How is she able to tell all of these things with a stupidly large and blindingly light smile of hers.
The little brat clapped her hands in front of my very shocked and depressed face.
"So, please take care of me~" Ehhh?????
Why are your hands still together? Are you praying or something? And why are you tilting your head like that, your neck will break!! Take care of you? Am I your nanny? NO, after all you said, do you still think I will be your friend? Are you dumb? Do you think it's okay what you just said?!
I'm sorry little brat but me and my depressed Pikachu face will see ourselves out.
"Ehehehe, sorry I think I forgot to turn off my oven. Gotta go. I won't see ya!" as I nervously laughed and perfectly lied, my feet ran towards the exit and my hands slammed the door.
Perfect body coordination. High five! What, I can't high five myself?! B*tch I'm in a novel it's not the weirdest thing. I'm not weird, okay? OKAY?
I'm having a mental meltdown while leaning on the very door of my meltdown's source. Can universe be any crueler?
"Are you slacking off, maid?" a stern voice with icy eyes stated. And when I say icy I mean it. The temperature just objectively dropped. Is this a cool effect only reserved by the royal family?
... Wait... ROYAL FAMILY!!! I've been slacking off from my maid work with my persuasion skills until now and I'm caught by a freaking royal!? Universe, is it too late to take my words back?
"Are you perhaps deaf? Why are you not answering?"
Opsss. Will he banish me? No, I mean I'm just a maid it would be too much trouble. Maybe fire me? Yes, that's it. Honestly it wouldn't be that bad. Yes, yes fire me please.
Oh? Why do I feel like freezing.
"Do you have no manners? Do you not know how to greet a noble?!"
No, I don't sir! Because I'm not an actual maid. I'm just a broke social sciences and literature student. Since I can't tell him that...
" My most humble apologies my lord, my mind was not ready and too slow to greet and recognize his most digilent highness. " and a little bow, boosting one's ego is always the answer he he. Perfect, Cut! (mentally high five) I knew that all the Shakespeare reading and historical dram series would be important someday. Maybe I should be an actress, or write short poems from Shakespeare. I don't think this place has him so it wouldn't be plagiarism. Besides, my professors always said that this stuff could be useful. Why not use it?
Ah, I've been distracted again. When did temperature rise?
"You-your highness, what brings you here?"
That brat' s unnatural high-pitched baby voice just stabbed my brain like bullet coming from my ear. Help... (insert early exam morning depressed face)
"Ah, I was coming to check you. Since you are alright I'm leaving now."
What's up with that excuse? Are you twelve? And you are supposed be the second prince, right?
Does she have stutter? No, she was fine just now. Maybe she is just nervous.
"By the way, your maid doesn't seem to be working well. Should I replace her for you?"
Doesn't seem to be working well? Am I a kitchen robot or something? None the less, if he replaced me everything would be solved.
"N-No your highness, she is very dear to me please let her be my personal maid." and she slammed her head onto the floor. Ahem, sory I meant she bowed. By the way do they do that here like this?.. WAIT, what did she just say?! DEAR?! We just met and I don't like you. This little brat... (gritting her teeth and making an unconscious fist while imagining kicking her)
"You are very brave, aren't you? To be able to disagree with me. Very well, do what you want with her."
NO... And brave? When did she disagree? Didn't you just ask her opinion? Are you dumb too second prince?
Nice. She is making the eyes. Girl, how can you be horny in this situation. He is subtly smiling like a murderer. A hot, jet black haired with unrealistically visible abs, but still a murderer.
"Do I get a say in this?" I ask by raising my hand as if I'm in a class and the professor is forcing me to be a volunteer.
"Don't you want to be with me?"
"Will you disobey me, maid?"
They are both smiling but why do I feel like they are not happy. Alas mes amis... Today I've seen the devil smile. Farewell, for I shalt be dead. Again...
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