I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

“Uhp?!”

"......?"

"......."

“...Sister Lily?”

In the quiet dining hall, my voice suddenly slipped out.

Everyone's gaze turned to me, as if expecting me to spit out what was in my mouth at any moment.

“...Sorry, I think I might be coming down with a cold. I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Oh, I see. Please be careful during this season change, Sister Lily. Always cover yourself up to your neck with the blanket.”

“...Yeah, I’ll be careful next time.”

To Mirif, I just made an excuse about catching a cold, but that definitely wasn’t the reason.

I didn’t feel dizzy, didn’t have a fever, and there was no sore throat or coughing.

The foul taste I just experienced on my tongue... it wasn’t like losing taste because of a cold; it was a completely different sensation.