Surviving As An obsessive servant | Book - 1

Chapter - 16

It is not for nothing that gift cards exist in the world.

A gift is a gift, but the word is important.

However, the master didn't know how to write, so he had to say this with his mouth.

‘Let’s see, the most common… … .'

I pondered while tying my hair.

'Did you come and pick it up? No.'

No matter how old 'Night of the Emperor' was, it was a very poor line.

In that sense, I practiced a more moving comment.

“Did you come and bake?… … .”

Dismiss this because it's half-assed.

“… … Did you come and bake it?”

decided on you

I spent time practicing 'Oda Baked' several times.

Perhaps the afternoon was exhausting, so the master did not wake up for a long time.

Then, as time passed, I started to yawn.

'It was overkill by increasing the working hours for the fortress... … .'

I was walking slowly through the bed to wake up and stood in front of the bouquet my sister had prepared with me.

'Shall we take a look at the flower shop?'

Then, while thinking about which flower shop to visit, I just came up with one.

'Oh, there it is.'

Words become seeds.

You say you hate me every day, so it would be better to say the opposite.

I continued to speak, taking off the petals one by one.

“The master likes me.”

“… … .”

“The master hides his feelings for me, it is difficult because my master likes me seriously, the master is very, very, very... … .”

"Hey!"

swish!

I avoided the pillow that flew at me with amazing timing.

'It's been a really long time since I've had a pillow.'

I'm glad in my heart, but the master wrestled and asked me.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Master, it’s not funny at all. You're only in the futon every day, but what am I supposed to laugh at? Or can't you invite me inside too?"

eh?

I tried aegyo on my own, but to no avail.

Rather, he looked at me as if he was young and went into the futon.

It's very consistent. But today it's quite muggy, but it's really frustrating, isn't it?

Anyway, I had to achieve my intended purpose.

I approached sternly, conscious of the cookie bag in my hand.

“I, Master.”

“… … .”

“If you don’t answer, I won’t move a single step from here until you call.”

“… … What."

However, there is one positive change.

This is how he answers my words seven times out of ten faster than before.