novelraw Chapter 52 – Unclear foreboding
Chapter 52 – Unclear foreboding
Time ticked by second by second...
Loli's little head rested once again on Sylvie's chest, her delicate face flushed a deep red, with a few beads of sweat on her forehead.
She gently rubbed her face against Sylvie's chest, and only after she had her fill did she lift her head.
Her pure, beautiful peach blossom eyes were misty with emotion as she gazed at Sylvie, asking with a hint of shyness and unease:
"M-Master, do you think Loli served you well?"
Hearing this, Sylvie pinched Loli's slightly chubby cheeks, brushed aside the hair sticking to her forehead, and said tenderly:
"Why put yourself through such things? There's no need for it, and I won't like you any less because of it."
Sylvie understood well that Loli went to great lengths to learn various skills to please him because she felt insecure about her Demi-human identity, fearing that he might suddenly abandon her one day.
Faced with Sylvie's question, Loli just lowered her head, burying her face in the chest she was so fond of, remaining silent for a long time.
Her tail swayed gently, brushing against Sylvie's leg, revealing her inner anxiety.
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After a moment, Sylvie finally heard Loli's muffled voice from his chest:
"Loli, Loli heard many people say that Winterfell Keep might hire many maids in the future, and at that time, there will be more and more beautiful maids. Mrs. Chris said that if Loli doesn't take the initiative, the master will surely be taken away."
"And," Loli continued, growing more upset as if she had already lost her master, her voice tinged with tears:
"And in the future, the master will marry a noble lady as his wife. What if she dislikes Loli? What will Loli do? Will the master drive Loli away..."
"Master, Loli will definitely be obedient, please don't drive Loli away..."
Hearing this, Sylvie felt a pang of heartache, quickly cupping the little maid's pretty face in his hands, gently wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes with his thumbs, and comforting her:
"Mrs. Chris is just trying to scare you. Your master is different from other nobles; I don't need many maids. I'm a noble who relies on strength and military achievements, do you know what that means?"
Seeing the little maid's bewildered expression, Sylvie couldn't help but tweak her cute nose and continued to explain:
"It means I often have to go to war and won't stay in the castle often. So why would I need so many maids? Wouldn't that be a waste of money?"
"Besides, I don't fancy those noble ladies. How could they compare to my little maid? Don't you agree?"
"M-Master, you're lying. Loli is just a Demi..."
"Shh—" Sylvie gently covered Loli's little mouth, interrupting her, not allowing her to continue.
"In short, the master will not abandon you or leave you. Just remember that. As for the matter of identity, it's the fault of the times, not yours. The master will find a way to solve it slowly. Do you trust your master?"
"Loli... Loli certainly trusts the master, but..."
Loli looked up pitifully, her large misty eyes brimming with tears, and she murmured:
"But the master doesn't want Loli, saying Loli is still young... What if, what if the master can't hold back?"
"Why not, why not find a mistress, master..."
Though she said this, it was clear that the little maid's heart was not in agreement.
She deeply loved her master and naturally had a small selfish desire. No girl would want to share the person they like with others. In her heart, she hoped to be the one serving her master.
So, as she spoke, tears of grievance welled up.
Sylvie quickly sat up, pulling the girl into his arms, patting her soft back and gently comforting her:
"There, there, don't cry. Look, your master doesn't even have time to find a mistress. I promise you, you'll be my only personal maid, and no one can replace you, okay?"
Loli nestled in Sylvie's arms, nodding tearfully, and asked again:
"Then, then, master, did you like it just now? Am I a qualified personal maid?"
Sylvie wiped her tears, lovingly kissed her forehead, and said:
"Of course you are, but there's no need to do these things to please me in the future. I won't dislike you or leave you. You need to have confidence in yourself, understand?"
"Un-understood, then master, did you like it..."
"......"
Seeing Sylvie's silence, Loli pouted and said coquettishly:
"M-Master, please tell Loli, won't you~"
Sylvie: Emmm...
"Master, say it~"
"Well..."
"Hmph, master, hurry and say it~"
"Alright, I liked it very much. Loli is amazing."
"Hehe, I knew it, Loli could tell~"
"In any case... Loli will keep working hard!"
Loli immediately squinted her eyes, breaking into a smile through her tears, feeling happy.
Sylvie: "......"
Is this hard work serious?
But to be honest, the skills Loli learned from Mrs. Chris were quite impressive. Her massage techniques were superb, and this time she not only massaged his thighs but also kissed his belly and accurately found the acupoints on his feet.
It must have been hard for her.
Although the little maid was already an adult, she still looked so petite.
So, for her healthy growth and as a reward for her diligent learning of skills, Sylvie even gave her a large glass of precious, locally produced Gale Black Bull's pure milk from Eaglehold before bed.
After Loli finished washing up, the two of them snuggled up and fell asleep, spending a quiet night together.
...
The next day, in Homan Keep.
In the Viscount of Buton's room, the sunset's afterglow brought a hint of warmth to the room.
As dusk deepened, the stars began to appear.
The intelligence about Winterfell City's army gathering and setting out had long been reported by scouts.
The speed of Winterfell City's actions was somewhat unsettling, as if they were eager to act.
The Buton Family's militia and knights had already begun to gather, and so far, only over three thousand had assembled, with more militia coming from farther away, yet to arrive.
The Viscount of Buton, who fought on horseback and governed off it, was not a noble who only indulged in pleasures. He understood well what it meant for the other side to efficiently gather militia.
An army with a greater desire to fight, even if just cannon fodder, could play an important role on the battlefield.
A sense of foreboding lingered in his heart, as he felt the other side was too proactive. Even if the militia had a strong desire to fight, they shouldn't be so eager. Were they underestimating the enemy?
Had that brilliant young man grown up to be so arrogant?
But now, the arrow was on the string, and there was no turning back. Unless he was willing to give up the Buton Family's chance to rise to the upper nobility, this battle was inevitable.
With those three great figures and his son as a hidden trump card, he didn't believe anything would go wrong.
The Viscount of Buton walked to the window, gazing at the crescent moon in the sky, calming his emotions.
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