Chapter 9
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
Chapter 9
The sizzling meat looked so good that my mouth started watering.
Having some leftover meat in one bowl, I handed it over to Blanc.
âIâm hungryâ¦â
At the sniffling voice, I narrowed my eyes.
Originally, I was just going to leave him here and go up by myself, but I changed my mind.
I think itâs too dangerous to leave him alone hereâ¦?
What if he eats a weekâs worth of food?
Even if I knew nothing about dragons, this was the most frightening thing to me.
I live only to eat. Whatâll happen if my only joy in this tower disappears?
ââ¦I should just show you to Albert.â
I wanted to get closer to him first, but I changed my mind and just decided to let Albert know about Blancâs existence.
For Blanc to stay here, Albert needs to know, too.
And he might also know why Blanc isnât seen as a dragon by other people. Heâs the most knowledgeable person I know here.
Yeah, itâs better to get information straight out of Albertâs lips.
I even put Blancâs meal on the tray.
âWell, Iâm going to eat upstairs. If youâd like to eat, please follow me.â
Letâs be like little chicks, okay children? Speaking in a gentle voice as though I was possessed by a kindergarten teacher, I carried the tray. Blanc, who readily nodded, followed behind me.
âWhy are you speaking formally? Itâs weird. Just speak comfortably.â
âOh, well then thank you for allowing me. Blanc, shall we go up?â
Blanc seemed to be awkward around people.
Of course, if the chance is presented to me, then Iâll take it.
I accepted his offer quickly. Itâs true that itâs kinda awkward to keep speaking formally towards Blanc, who was as small as a cat. And the way he was speaking was like a child.
Maybe itâs because heâs hungry, but Blanc followed me quickly. It really felt like I gained a pet.
Weâre going to eat, eat, eat! I went up the stairs excitedly at the thought of having breakfast.
âYour Highness, I brought our food.â
The moment I spoke in a brave voice, the tray was taken from my hands.
Albert was pretty good at taking care of other people. It might be better to say that he knew exactly how to get chummy with others.
I had no idea yet what his intentions were, but at the very least, it didnât seem like he wanted to kill me.
Albert looked down at me, then spoke in a graceful tone.
âGood job, Rosé. But⦠whatâs that thing clinging to your side?â
As he held the tray, Albert narrowed his eyes. Blanc and Albert had a staring contest right then.
Blanc tilted his head to the side, looking up at Albert as if he was a cat from Shr*k.
With a hand over my heart, I spoke.
âHeâs Blanc, a new family member who entered the tower.â
ââ¦Blanc?â
âItâs the name I gave him. Your Highness, donât you think heâs pretty?â
âI donât think youâre close enough with that animal to give it a name. How long has it been since you met it?â
Was it just me, or was there a sharp edge to his tone?
Did he really hate the idea of having a pet?
I smiled. I know how to get out of this situation!
âEyy, we can start getting closer now. Oh, but I have a questionâwhat do you think is next to me?â
And that strategy was to change the subject. I was curious about it anyway.
What would Albert answer?
Would Blanc look like a cat in his eyes, too?
Albert stared at the pitiful-looking Blanc, who was clawing up at the tray he couldnât reach.
âA fledgling that hasnât become a dragon yet.â
âOh, you donât see a cat?â
Albertâs eyes trembled slightly as I said this. He looked surprised.
âRosé, you donât see a cat either?â
âYeah, but when you said heâs not a dragon yetâ¦â
If heâs not a dragon yet, then that means he could become one later, right?
However, Albertâs reaction was strange. If Blancâs a fledgling dragon, shouldnât he be well-liked and respected by people? But Albertâs tone right now was dismissive of Blanc.
Of course, itâs okay even if Blanc wasnât a great almighty being. Because Blanc is cute.
If itâs cute, everything can be solved through the power of cuteness.
Meanwhile, Albert seemed to be more interested in what I said, then, he nodded gracefully.
âWhat do you see?â
âUmm⦠A white animal. With cute eyes and a tail.â
âThatâs strange. Ordinary people should just see a cat.â
âYeah, thatâs what Blanc said.â
It seemed like ordinary people couldnât see Blancâs true form.
But why can I see him like this?
Iâm an ordinary person, too. Iâm a mere, run-of-the-mill extra who doesnât have any character buffs.
âThere are usually two types of people who can see the true appearance of a fledgling dragonâthe first is its contractor, and the second are mages. But youâre neither.â
ââ¦Thatâs right.â
âItâs strange that you can see its form.â
Iâm not his contractor, so then it must be the other case?
âMaybe I gained some power over magic after handling the wand? Maybe thatâs why I have the qualities of a mage?â
âThis tower is covered with magic⦠Thirty mages from the magic tower had built it from the ground up, so what youâre saying might be plausible.â
Well, arenât you an overpowered munchkin to have managed to get out of a tower like this and, at the same time, prepare for a coup. I hereby proclaim thee Sir Great Male Lead.
As expected, this male lead right here isnât someone to scoff at.
While I was admiring Albertâs skills, I saw him put down the tray and cross his arms.
I could feel itâhis mood was souring. A siren rang in my head. Something had offended him.
â¦What did I do wrong?
With great focus, I stared at Albert. Then, he opened his lips to speak.
âYou must really hate being stuck here with me, Rosé.â
â¦Pardon?
My sluggish eyes looked up sharply at once. I couldnât say anything.
âI didnât think you were serious about bringing in a pet here in the tower.â
ââ¦â¦â
âYou managed to bring one here when you couldnât even get out.â
His gentle tone was paradoxically thorny.
He wasnât praising me at all.
With a smile on his lips, he asked.
âWhy are you being so eager?â
ââ¦â¦â
âWhat do you hate so much about me?â
It was strange. Obviously, Albert was speaking with a warm tone, but chills kept running down my back.
Was this the south pole? Why was my body shivering all of a sudden?
But I didnât give in.
Why?
Becauseâ¦Â Iâm hungry.
I had to finish this conversation at once. My delicious meal was right there.
My name is Rosé, and Iâm the master inventor of the jingle jangle technique.
With a bright smile, I held Albertâs hand.
âEyy, Your Highness. Donât be like that. If itâs not the Prince, who else would I like? I didnât call over Blancâitâs him who came inside the tower of his own volition. He said that itâs nice here because thereâs a lot of magic here.â
âI know that. But itâs not enough to justify it.â
I looked up earnestly at Albert. Whenever Albert was in a bad mood, flattery was the best solution.
âI thought that Blancâs a great dragon, thatâs why I thought that we needed to accept him.â
White lies were also a great plus for a quick escape. Opening my eyes as wide and imploringly as possible, I stacked praises upon praises.
âYour Highness is the smartest and most beautiful person that I know, so Iâm sure youâll understand how I feel.â
âNo, this is the kind of situation that you really like. At this point, even if you act slyly, I can see through it all, Rosé.â
â¦Darn it, it didnât work. But I decided to keep pushing forward.
âEven if you know, youâll fall for it. Because even if I use my brain, I wonât be able to beat you, Your Highness.â
I said this proudly.
And in turn, Albert chuckled, as though he couldnât believe what I said.
But like a hawk, I snatched up this chance.
I threw the bait, and you bit it!
âOh, since Your Highness laughed, then weâre good? Iâm hungry. Can we eat together now? Todayâs breakfast is to die for.â
Albert, who was shaking his head in disbelief, remained silent as he saw the stir-fried pork on the tray.
âWhy is the food you cook always red, Rosé?â
Because itâs Korean food.
Korean food and the color red cannot be separated.
I sat at the table and handed him a spoon, speaking seriously.
âItâs my identityâidentity, I tell you. I love all things red. Thank you for the food!â
I mixed the stir-fried pork with my bowl of rice.
Albert, who had just been staring at the food, picked up his spoon and started mixing just as I did.
âGive me some, toooo⦠Iâm hungryyyâ¦â
âAh, Blanc. Here you go.â
I handed over a bowl of stir-fried pork to Blanc, who was rolling around under the table.
Blanc smiled broadly. It felt like honey was going to drop out of my eyes at the adorable sight.
As he stared back at me, Blanc tilted his head.
âBy the way, whoâs Blanc?â
âAck, I gave you that name. If you donât like it, we can change it.â
âNo, itâs okay⦠I didnât have a name before⦠Blaaancâ¦â
Blanc said his name carefully. As he did so, he soon began to eat his stir-fried pork.
I looked happily at him, then turned back to my meal again.
While I was eating, Albert stared at me.
âHow do I eat this?â
âItâs the same as usual. Just mix it like this and eat it with rice. Ahh, itâs so good.â
I raised my thumb. Then, with a thick slice of pork over rice on my spoon, I took a big bite.
The combination of spices, the meatâs juices, and rice was so fantastic. My eyes closed at the heavenly flavor.
Eating is the best!
For me, who was trapped in a tower, eating was my only stress reliever.
I finished my meal satisfactorily. Three cheers for mukbang.*
Weâll have apples as dessert today. If you think you need to apologize, then go straight for the apples.**
Our food was scarce and limited, so itâs a bit of a bother to cater to a picky princeâs tastes. I could make excuses, but fruits were different. Only basic needs were supplied to us.
But anyway, Albert usually ate fruits well so itâs fine.
Prince, why do you eat fruits so well? Itâs okay to be a picky person who hates fruits.
But for me, the fruits that I like are peaches, refreshing watermelons, and sweet mangoes. Itâs all about a balance between crunchiness and sweetness.
I ate such a good and fulfilling breakfast just earlier, but I think Iâm hungry again.
I drew Albertâs face on a red apple on the cutting board. Well, I didnât draw it deliberately.
Boss. If I were Pinocchio, my nose would already have been taller than this tower.
Shiik, shiik. After cutting up the apples prettily, I placed the pieces in a bowl.
Then, while looking at the bowl that Iâve yet to wash, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Itâs great that Blanc isnât a dragon.
Come to think of it, dragons were large, so if itâs like that, Iâd need to feed him a ton of food because his appetite would be enormous.
I wondered a while ago if Blancâs appetite was big enough that heâd eat up all the remaining ingredients, but it seemed that the amount of meat I gave him earlier was already enough to satisfy him.
Blanc, after eating, went back to the kitchen and fell asleep. Maybe itâs in his nature to sleep a lot.
With a gentle gaze, I looked at the sleeping Blanc and closed the curtains so that the sunlight wouldnât disturb him.
I had no idea how nice it would be to feel someone elseâs warmth in the tranquil kitchen.
Here, I realized once again that humans were truly social beings.
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t/n:
* if you donât already know, âmukbangâ is a kind of eating show, or an online broadcast where the host consumes food while interacting with the audience
** âapologyâ and âappleâ are the same word in Korean
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