Chapter 5: 5
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Dim dungeons.
Sleepy, chilly, in that room, Meer was waiting "then" with one knee in her arms.
Two years had actually passed since Meer was imprisoned.
There's no sign of the many servants who were surrounding her now either. In the first few weeks, some came to see me, but when I observed that Meer would never return to the seat of power, I quickly left.
That's how Meer got lonely.
However, the few exceptions are……,
"Dear Meer, I've been trying to fix your hair."
She was a red-haired, young maid, Anne.
When Anne, who had come, gave thanks to the soldier who stood instead, she set foot in prison. Meer is already paralyzed, but in prison, it smelled terrible. Comparable to the poorest neighborhoods, there's the lowest environment.
But Anne shows no hesitation whatsoever and turns behind Meer.
Then, pass through the blonde hair that dulls the pocket I was putting in.
Hair that hasn't been washed for days doesn't quite come together, and yet surely, Anne trims Meer's hair.
"Excuse me, Master Meer. Me, I haven't been very good at using..."
"... why are you doing all you can to me?
Poop, and words spilled out of Meer's mouth.
Since she was captured by this dungeon, Anne has been walking me through. Once every three days or put aside for a day?
Sometimes he devoted himself to holding a plug, or to wiping Meer's body that she couldn't bathe and getting herself around.
But Meer wasn't sure why.
Meer is the Emperor's daughter. So there's never been anyone around that had a good feeling, or rather, I think there are quite a few.
But the maid in front of me, Anne, isn't. One way or another, he was annoyed by Meer's selfishness.
For once, I told you not to have misunderstandings, Meer wasn't anything but a tyrant.
Well, if you're dodgy, you'll curse, and if you're clean, you'll get your hands out. Sometimes he even leaves his legs, and in some cases he punches him in the head.
... is Meer reflecting that it was roughly unfit for a noble status.
But nothing more.
Slap him with a munch or say to the soldier who was on the spot, "Cut off the disrespectful! It didn't." Because that sounds painful...
Meer hurts, but she doesn't really like it.
But that's why I'm a good princess, I never was.
Who would like, curse and devote themselves to someone who's been kicked in the foot?
That's just some slightly unusual hobbyists. The maid in front of me, probably not.
"I'm not doing you any good. Rather..."
"Yes. Well beaten. Have you ever been kicked before?
Anne said, smiling nostalgically.
"You know what? Mia, Mia, your kick doesn't hurt at all, does it?
"Huh? Really?
"Yes, compared to when I had a fight with my brothers, not at all. Hehe."
Then, Anne, once she shut up,
"This is how I took care of you, Meer, because I just couldn't leave you alone. There's no particular reason."
I smiled so tenderly.
The calm time was not long. A soldier who has just arrived takes Meer to the execution bench.
At the parting, Meer turned to Anne and bowed her head deeply.
"I can't reward your loyalty right now. Thank you, and forgive me for what I can only say."
The next moment, fluffy, and Meer's body was wrapped in warmth.
"May God bless you, Meer,"
When Anne found out she had been hugged, Meer's eyes filled with tears in her lid. Because I never had one in my captive life, such as being so tenderly embraced.
Anne's overflowing tenderness is plush, delightful... but a shame.
What I couldn't do to her that made me better was inscribed as a deep remnant in Meer's heart.
With an untouchable untrained in his chest, Meer headed to the execution bench.
"... I remember."
Meer knelt quietly instead of Anne apologizing for the floor with her hands in front of her.
"My princess, the dress is in cream..."
"Shut up!
When she sipped the maid around her, Meer softly held Anne's shoulder.
"Give me your face, Anne"
"Thigh, I'm sorry. Your Highness."
"I'm not angry."
That being said, the grin Meer brought to mind was soft and gentle.
"Now, stand up. You're not really hurt, are you?
"Yes, um, thank you,"
Anne, held up by Meer, is making her eyes black and white. To Anne like that, Meer,
"Now I can reward you for your loyalty."
So, I'll tell you roughly.
"I will make you my exclusive maid now. Take charge around me from now on."
"... Huh?
"Hiya, princess!?
The surrounding maids of Meer's surroundings ran upset at once.
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Dim dungeons.
Sleepy, chilly, in that room, Meer was waiting "then" with one knee in her arms.
Two years had actually passed since Meer was imprisoned.
There's no sign of the many servants who were surrounding her now either. In the first few weeks, some came to see me, but when I observed that Meer would never return to the seat of power, I quickly left.
That's how Meer got lonely.
However, the few exceptions are……,
"Dear Meer, I've been trying to fix your hair."
She was a red-haired, young maid, Anne.
When Anne, who had come, gave thanks to the soldier who stood instead, she set foot in prison. Meer is already paralyzed, but in prison, it smelled terrible. Comparable to the poorest neighborhoods, there's the lowest environment.
But Anne shows no hesitation whatsoever and turns behind Meer.
Then, pass through the blonde hair that dulls the pocket I was putting in.
Hair that hasn't been washed for days doesn't quite come together, and yet surely, Anne trims Meer's hair.
"Excuse me, Master Meer. Me, I haven't been very good at using..."
"... why are you doing all you can to me?
Poop, and words spilled out of Meer's mouth.
Since she was captured by this dungeon, Anne has been walking me through. Once every three days or put aside for a day?
Sometimes he devoted himself to holding a plug, or to wiping Meer's body that she couldn't bathe and getting herself around.
But Meer wasn't sure why.
Meer is the Emperor's daughter. So there's never been anyone around that had a good feeling, or rather, I think there are quite a few.
But the maid in front of me, Anne, isn't. One way or another, he was annoyed by Meer's selfishness.
For once, I told you not to have misunderstandings, Meer wasn't anything but a tyrant.
Well, if you're dodgy, you'll curse, and if you're clean, you'll get your hands out. Sometimes he even leaves his legs, and in some cases he punches him in the head.
... is Meer reflecting that it was roughly unfit for a noble status.
But nothing more.
Slap him with a munch or say to the soldier who was on the spot, "Cut off the disrespectful! It didn't." Because that sounds painful...
Meer hurts, but she doesn't really like it.
But that's why I'm a good princess, I never was.
Who would like, curse and devote themselves to someone who's been kicked in the foot?
That's just some slightly unusual hobbyists. The maid in front of me, probably not.
"I'm not doing you any good. Rather..."
"Yes. Well beaten. Have you ever been kicked before?
Anne said, smiling nostalgically.
"You know what? Mia, Mia, your kick doesn't hurt at all, does it?
"Huh? Really?
"Yes, compared to when I had a fight with my brothers, not at all. Hehe."
Then, Anne, once she shut up,
"This is how I took care of you, Meer, because I just couldn't leave you alone. There's no particular reason."
I smiled so tenderly.
The calm time was not long. A soldier who has just arrived takes Meer to the execution bench.
At the parting, Meer turned to Anne and bowed her head deeply.
"I can't reward your loyalty right now. Thank you, and forgive me for what I can only say."
The next moment, fluffy, and Meer's body was wrapped in warmth.
"May God bless you, Meer,"
When Anne found out she had been hugged, Meer's eyes filled with tears in her lid. Because I never had one in my captive life, such as being so tenderly embraced.
Anne's overflowing tenderness is plush, delightful... but a shame.
What I couldn't do to her that made me better was inscribed as a deep remnant in Meer's heart.
With an untouchable untrained in his chest, Meer headed to the execution bench.
"... I remember."
Meer knelt quietly instead of Anne apologizing for the floor with her hands in front of her.
"My princess, the dress is in cream..."
"Shut up!
When she sipped the maid around her, Meer softly held Anne's shoulder.
"Give me your face, Anne"
"Thigh, I'm sorry. Your Highness."
"I'm not angry."
That being said, the grin Meer brought to mind was soft and gentle.
"Now, stand up. You're not really hurt, are you?
"Yes, um, thank you,"
Anne, held up by Meer, is making her eyes black and white. To Anne like that, Meer,
"Now I can reward you for your loyalty."
So, I'll tell you roughly.
"I will make you my exclusive maid now. Take charge around me from now on."
"... Huh?
"Hiya, princess!?
The surrounding maids of Meer's surroundings ran upset at once.
Dim dungeons.Sleepy, chilly, in that room, Meer was waiting "then" with one knee in her arms.Two years had actually passed since Meer was imprisoned.There's no sign of the many servants who were surrounding her now either. In the first few weeks, some came to see me, but when I observed that Meer would never return to the seat of power, I quickly left.That's how Meer got lonely.However, the few exceptions are,"Dear Meer, I've been trying to fix your hair."She was a red-haired, young maid, Anne.When Anne, who had come, gave thanks to the soldier who stood instead, she set foot in prison. Meer is already paralyzed, but in prison, it smelled terrible. Comparable to the poorest neighborhoods, there's the lowest environment.But Anne shows no hesitation whatsoever and turns behind Meer.Then, pass through the blonde hair that dulls the pocket I was putting in.Hair that hasn't been washed for days doesn't quite come together, and yet surely, Anne trims Meer's hair."Excuse me, Master Meer. Me, I haven't been very good at using...""... why are you doing all you can to me? Poop, and words spilled out of Meer's mouth.Since she was captured by this dungeon, Anne has been walking me through. Once every three days or put aside for a day?Sometimes he devoted himself to holding a plug, or to wiping Meer's body that she couldn't bathe and getting herself around.But Meer wasn't sure why.Meer is the Emperor's daughter. So there's never been anyone around that had a good feeling, or rather, I think there are quite a few.But the maid in front of me, Anne, isn't. One way or another, he was annoyed by Meer's selfishness.For once, I told you not to have misunderstandings, Meer wasn't anything but a tyrant.Well, if you're dodgy, you'll curse, and if you're clean, you'll get your hands out. Sometimes he even leaves his legs, and in some cases he punches him in the head.... is Meer reflecting that it was roughly unfit for a noble status.But nothing more.Slap him with a munch or say to the soldier who was on the spot, "Cut off the disrespectful! It didn't." Because that sounds painful...Meer hurts, but she doesn't really like it.But that's why I'm a good princess, I never was.Who would like, curse and devote themselves to someone who's been kicked in the foot?That's just some slightly unusual hobbyists. The maid in front of me, probably not."I'm not doing you any good. Rather...""Yes. Well beaten. Have you ever been kicked before? Anne said, smiling nostalgically."You know what? Mia, Mia, your kick doesn't hurt at all, does it? "Huh? Really? "Yes, compared to when I had a fight with my brothers, not at all. Hehe."Then, Anne, once she shut up,"This is how I took care of you, Meer, because I just couldn't leave you alone. There's no particular reason."I smiled so tenderly.The calm time was not long. A soldier who has just arrived takes Meer to the execution bench.At the parting, Meer turned to Anne and bowed her head deeply."I can't reward your loyalty right now. Thank you, and forgive me for what I can only say."The next moment, fluffy, and Meer's body was wrapped in warmth."May God bless you, Meer,"When Anne found out she had been hugged, Meer's eyes filled with tears in her lid. Because I never had one in my captive life, such as being so tenderly embraced.Anne's overflowing tenderness is plush, delightful... but a shame.What I couldn't do to her that made me better was inscribed as a deep remnant in Meer's heart.With an untouchable untrained in his chest, Meer headed to the execution bench."... I remember."Meer knelt quietly instead of Anne apologizing for the floor with her hands in front of her."My princess, the dress is in cream...""Shut up! When she sipped the maid around her, Meer softly held Anne's shoulder."Give me your face, Anne""Thigh, I'm sorry. Your Highness.""I'm not angry."That being said, the grin Meer brought to mind was soft and gentle."Now, stand up. You're not really hurt, are you? "Yes, um, thank you,"Anne, held up by Meer, is making her eyes black and white. To Anne like that, Meer,"Now I can reward you for your loyalty."So, I'll tell you roughly."I will make you my exclusive maid now. Take charge around me from now on.""... Huh? "Hiya, princess!? The surrounding maids of Meer's surroundings ran upset at once.
