Chapter 65: CRASH OUT

Why does things keep going wrong when I’m not doing anything?

[Phonia Hazelnut: Messiah!]

[Phonia Hazelnut: I’ll visit you with Sierra today.]

In the end, Sierra came to visit me.

Whether this is her plan or not, there is still a chance.

Let’s act like I don’t care even if I see her.

Then the reason for her to visit me again will disappear, and the misunderstanding will be resolved.

If necessary, I can apologize to Sophie or Phonia.

I won’t fall for the same provocation in the future.

But, it’s clear that I was definitely on edge.

No, there was something that couldn’t help but make me sensitive.

[Livia]

[Trait: Bodyguard]

[Personality: Obedience, Gratitude]

[Affection: 93/100]

[The appropriate maximum affection is 100.]

[Aisha Sinclair]

[Trait: Princess]

[Personality: Authority, Arrogance, Masochism, Obsession, Delusion]

[Affection: 92/100]

[The appropriate maximum affection is 100.]

Shit, why does it keep going up?

The two of them came together today.

Livia was in her usual suit, but Aisha was wearing a simple dress.

Both of them didn’t look at each other properly.

Who would think that their relationship is between the Princess and the Head of Security.

"Nurse, I clearly ordered even a dedicated medical team, so why is no one visible?"

The Princess said sullenly.

She had been treating the nurse harshly since earlier.

Siri flinched and answered her words.

"Ah, your condition has improved a lot now, and Gilmon patient said that he doesn’t like many people coming and going..."

"Are you talking back to me now?"

Aisha crossed her arms and looked around.

"There are no traces of cooking in the private room’s kitchen."

"The patient said he would eat ordinary hospital food..."

"Are you calling that a word? It’s because he’s not in a situation to cook himself."

"I-I’m a nurse, not a cook..."

"You keep talking back to me? It seems like you don’t have any work to do as a nurse, so shouldn’t you at least cook?"

This time, she picked on the PDP TV.

"Do you think Gilmon would like such childish programs? Did you properly explain that he can choose any channel?"

Aisha rummaged through the VOD and stopped in front of a thumbnail of a movie that felt somehow sticky.

"Gilmon likes this kind of thing. How can you be a nurse if you can’t even properly identify the patient’s taste?"

"....."

Meanwhile, while Aisha was catching Siri like a rat, the Head of Security said she would wipe my body even though I was fine.

"Gilmon, it’s okay... take off your clothes..."

I don’t think you’re okay.

It was necessary for hygiene because my left arm, which had been stabbed with a knife, was not moving.

"It’s okay. Siri wiped me down a few hours ago."

"... Cleanliness cannot be overemphasized."

Livia paused and glanced at Siri.

Is it just my imagination that she seems to flinch?

The two people’s attitudes were contrasting, but they had something in common.

They want to please me somehow.

"... Livia?"

"Yes, Princess."

"There doesn’t seem to be a need to go that far..."

Aisha, who had been venting her anger on Siri for a while, said.

Maybe this was her true intention.

The relationship between the two has been quite awkward recently.

Of course, a master-servant relationship is established, but the memory of when the affection went wild gives a slight awkwardness.

First of all, there was a surprise attack by a stranger, and we pretended that the two of them were there by chance, but we know the truth.

Aisha and Livia are dissatisfied or uncomfortable with each other.

Isn’t Livia’s recent decision to leave the Imperial Family in the same context?

"... It’s okay. This much service for the person who saved my life."

Livia said in a tone that felt somehow cold.

Emphasizing the word life.

A conversation that would never be possible between a Princess and a Head of Security.

But Aisha closed her mouth with a groan.

Frankly speaking, if Livia came forward and revealed the truth of this matter, the Princess would be in trouble too.

She wouldn’t suffer too much just from that.

Does she have some weakness that I don’t know about?

Anyway, this situation was a headache.

If I leave it alone, the affection will slowly rise again.

Aisha alone was overwhelming, but both of them are going to exceed 100 again?

In a situation where there are no heroines to redistribute like before, I will inevitably die or at least be imprisoned.

I’ll never be able to go back to Phonia and Sophie.

Fuck, I don’t know either.

"Hey, you bitches, I told you not to! Huh?"

I take the water-soaked towel she was holding and throw it against the wall.

And I screamed.

"Can’t you understand what I’m saying!? Don’t come! You fucking bitches! I don’t even want to see your faces, so don’t come. Princess? What if you’re a Princess, you fucking stalker? Head of Security? You should protect the Princess, why are you bothering me, are you going to fuck me while I’m sleeping? You fucking nurse, don’t you have a sense of duty, take these bitches and get out!"

"......."

Siri’s face turned pale.

Insulting the Princess and cursing the Head of Security.

It’s an image she can’t even imagine.

In fact, I have been treating her quite gently.

It wasn’t because I had any ulterior motives, but it was possible because I was comfortable.

But as the affection rose again, I started to feel uneasy.

The Princess seemed shocked, but she couldn’t think of arguing back like she did to the nurse.

The Head of Security was also just holding her hand that had been pushed away, with a dumbfounded expression.

[The heroine’s affection decreases.]

[The heroine’s affection decreases.]

That’s it, HELL YEAH. THAT’S IT!

Gilmon social reputation is goodbye, but.

"Hey, you bitches, get out! Get out, get out of my sight! If you hang around one more time, I’ll kill you all. I’m going to kill you, get the fuck out!!"

At that time, the door opened carefully.

The first to stick her head out was Sophie, followed by Phonia.

There was one more guest who was different from usual.

It was Sierra Solers.

She had her arms folded respectfully in front of her and her head slightly bowed.

However, unlike the shocked Sophie and Phonia, I could tell very well that she was smirking.

[The heroine’s affection increases.]

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE!