Chapter 16: You’re In The Other Team?!
Ugh, what a strong light. Close the curtains, who’s the bastard who opened the bedroom window? Bedroom window? I spring up at once.
Is the Countess here? Tell me, she’s not, right? I look around. There’s a wooden ceiling and a humble little room, similar to those medieval taverns you see in RPG campaigns. By any chance, did some nerds drag me to their table, and now I have to tolerate a DM’s monologue about his world introduction? I don’t have time for this!
I try to put one foot out, but barely have the strength to get up properly, so I just fall back onto the bed.
This place isn’t familiar to me at all, even worse, it doesn’t look anything like the neighborhoods near the palace or one of the Rings Districts... and why am I still wearing this stupid ripped dress? How annoying!
The door creaks, and I immediately start trembling. Is it Moriah with a syringe in each hand? No, it’s... the protagonist himself. Great. I really wanted to see that idiotic smile of yours, wow, I’m loving seeing your face, look how happy my face is!
He even dares to smile with a tray in his hand. There’s bread, fruit, even a pitcher of juice, and a small flower arrangement in the corner.
"Ah, thank heavens!" he says with that celestial gleam in his virgin knight’s eyes. "I was worried. The miss fainted from the pollen yesterday, and your body took longer than normal to respond to my magic. How are you feeling?"
"Like I was run over by a horse, then by a bull, and then spit out by a llama," I say, rubbing my face. "Where am I?"
"At my residence."
Huh?
"I apologize for not getting your name, miss, but I didn’t know where you lived, and it was dangerous to leave you unconscious around the Vandric property, so I thought it best to bring you here. I promise everything was handled with the utmost honor and discretion."
I look at him, look at my ripped dress, stuck to my skin like an extremely poorly executed wet kiss, and look at this cozy bed, realizing the worst: he carried me.