2-1. Sure, you have skills now, but nobody ever said you can use them as you please.

Translated by Yonnee

How comfy. Is this what it feels like when they say your body melts into your bed? I was fast asleep, and I never wanted to wake up. It’s like all the fatigue that had accumulated was gone in an instant because I had a good night’s sleep, without even any dreams.

Just how long had it been since I last slept so soundly? Dunno, but it’s clear I never had such a restful slumber ever since I got dragged into this game.

“Haaa…”

I snuggled into the silky soft duvet around me. There was a crisp scent to it, reminding me of how well it had dried under the sun.

I was so happy at this moment that I even let out a languid sigh.

Oh how I wish I could sleep in this bed every night. But I can’t, no I can’t.

Whose bed was this again? I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I really should never because…

Mmh? Whose bed?

As I was talking to myself, I opened my eyes to this strange train of thought.

Whose bed was this?

Though I was still in a daze and unable to come up with the right answer, one thing’s clear—that antique ceiling wasn’t the one I was meant to see every morning.

What the, where the heck am…

“Huk!”

I almost had a heart attack right then and there. The moment I turned to the side, my eyes grew wide open.

None other than Adrian was sitting right there.

His armchair was near the bed, and with his chin propped up on the back of his hand, staring quietly at me. I quickly wiped the drool trickling out of my lips and asked calmly.

“W-What brings you here, Young Master…”

Sir, are you filming some horror movie or something?

The devil, whose face was only dimly visible in the darkness of the room, made reality feel like a horror movie.

“Hilda, what brings you here?”

At first, his voice sounded so gentle, but his cold, emotionless tone made me freeze up. I’m in Adrian’s room right now. I went ahead and fell asleep in his bed…

Crazy, crazy. All this time, I was in Adrian’s bed?

“I’m truly, utterly sorry for this. I’m so ashamed of what I’ve done. I’m… I don’t know if this would explain the transgression I’ve committed, but I couldn’t sleep last night because I didn’t have a pillow. Working in the garden while I didn’t have a wink of sleep made my fatigue accumulate, so… I only came to change the sheets, but I fell asleep.”

Come to think of it, I wrestled with weeds and desperately struggled against the game system throughout the day. I couldn’t see it now, but I’m definitely filthy with mud. If I slept in this bed while covered in dirt, then, don’t tell me…

“Huk…”

Because it’s dark, I couldn’t see clearly. But the spotless sheets and blankets I had prepared earlier were now definitely covered in mud just as I thought.

My already bleak future completely turned as dark as the abyss. No. Wrong. There’s not even a chance of recovery here. I’ll die, but even if the medics come in with defibrillators—chief, there’s no hope left for this girl. I wouldn’t even be able to say anything if Adrian decides to kick me out of the mansion on the spot.

If he was an ordinary aristocrat, he would have already hit me with the lines of, ‘A commoner like you,’ ‘How dare you,’ and ‘Do you know who I am?’ But rather than that, Adrian just continued staring at me with a penetrating gaze.

Some people might think that he’s hypnotizing me with his superpowers or something, but I guess he’s just so angry that he was at a loss for words. Yes. Totally understandable. His pillow was now soaking wet with drool that there was even a mark left… Oh my gosh. This is humiliating. I’ll turn it upside down while he’s not looking.

“I’ve, um, unintentionally made the sheets dirty again, shall I wash the sheets and the pillowcases for you? When do you think you’ll sleep, sir…”

“Stay still right there, Hilda.”

“I-If you don’t want that, w-would you like to switch beds with me? I don’t have a pillow, though… But it’s at least cleaner than this bed. If the Young Master rests for just a little while, I’ll hurry and clean up here and then fetch you again.”

“…It really isn’t working?”

“Okay, so you also don’t want that. U-Ummm. What should I do? Should I hit my head?”

I could hit my own head for as many times as you want as long as you spare my life. My pride’s a little hurt, but pride won’t keep me alive.

I was ready for my punishment any time, but for some reason, Adrian just kept staring at me without saying a word. It seemed like he’ll just continue looking at me like that until there’s a hole in the middle of my forehead.

Rather than violently bashing my head against the headboard or something, this reaction was much more burdensome and terrifying. It’s like he’s thinking about how to cook me after killing me!

“…Really, it doesn’t work.”

Half disappointed, he turned his head to the side and finally averted his gaze. Was he really trying to drive a hole into my forehead?

“Never mind. Leave.”

“Uh, but the bed…”

“I’ll take care of it myself, so just leave.”

It was a voice rather filled with exhaustion. Even when the heavens had crumbled, there was still a light at the end of the road. Was he really sparing my life here?

Instead of jumping for joy, I blinked in surprise. Being a mere maid that I was, I tucked myself into the bed of the young master of a high-ranking noble house, and even slept there, but you’re letting me go?

I was going to ask him ‘Why?’ but you know what, let’s not do that. If he finds the reason for it, he might change his mind and really kill me.

I’ll be good and leave when you tell me to leave.