episode_0015

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All of Russia’s meal preparations were set on the table.

When I went to the restaurant and asked, they prepared the food for me. All I had to do was carry the food that was prepared.

Rashia was watching me move diligently, smiling, wondering what was so good about it.

Even though I knew that her smiling face was just acting, I felt strangely uneasy because she was smiling with such a pretty face.

“…..All meal preparations are finished.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Rasia glanced sharply at the food that had been set out.

Well, is it my turn to step forward now?

I stood next to Rashia and started arranging the food on plates, which was spread out like a buffet.

First of all, the food that had to be prepared first was meat.

I cut the meat, which was full of juice, and placed it in front of Rashia.

Rasiya seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if she didn’t know that I would prepare food for her, but then she quietly began to eat the food I gave her.

The role of a servant is to serve from the side. Many servants have been eliminated here.

This happened because Rashia couldn’t properly distinguish between the foods she liked and the foods she disliked.

She had a firm taste.

But it would be good to know that in advance, but Rashia thought it was natural to study the owner’s eating habits in advance, and would whip him if he made even the slightest mistake.

Moreover, the eating order was also unique.

Most people eat their soup first, then the vegetables and then the meat, but Russia did the opposite.

The meal starts with meat, followed by vegetables and then soup.

If I hadn’t read the webtoon, I would have gotten the order of the food mixed up and made a mistake…

I looked at Russia through her hair.

For some reason, I see Rasia eating the food I gave her with a drowsy face.

It’s surprising that the order is correct.

If I had given you the soup first here, you would have been beaten with that whip that you still have tightly gripped in your hand.

‘Okay, then…..’

I glanced at the table again.

There are meat-based dishes, but there are also dishes with mushrooms and fish. I completely avoided those kinds of foods.

Rashia hated those two kinds of food. She shuddered just at the thought of eating them.

The fact that those foods are prepared for Russia’s meals is like telling me to eat some shit.

I calmly avoided the food and handed it to Rashia, who thankfully finished her meal without saying much.

“Are you satisfied with your meal?”

“….Yeah, that’s right. I’m satisfied. I’m extremely satisfied.”

“Thank goodness.”

I was satisfied with Rashia’s words and cleared the table.

“I’m going to eat dessert!”

“….Yes. I will prepare.”

Russia began to look for dessert, wondering if it could end like this.

I nodded at her words and moved quickly.

This time too, the restaurant was full of desserts prepared for Rashia to enjoy.

I carried the food quickly.

Rasia seemed to be looking at the desserts that had been set up, then smiled with a mischievous face.

She rested her chin on the table and stared at me intently as she spoke.

“….Pick up my favorite dessert.”

I knew it.

This must be a test too.

It felt like a stretch to ask her to find her favorite dessert without telling her in advance. But it was obvious what would happen if she couldn’t find it.

‘Fortunately, I know the answer.’

I looked at the gorgeously decorated desserts. There was nothing missing, from cakes to fruits.

The dessert that Lasia always eats after a meal is….

I put some fresh, ripe strawberries, full of pulp, on a plate.

As soon as I picked the strawberries, Rasia’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and when I placed them in front of her, her lips pouted out.

As if he didn’t like it.

“…What is this.”

“…..This is Miss Russia’s favorite dessert. Strawberry… Isn’t it this?”

“Where did you hear my information?”

To Russia’s question, I shrugged my shoulders as if it were obvious.

“It is basic for a servant to find out information about the girl you are going to serve in advance.”

“That’s right… That’s right… So far, nobody has done that, damn it. Alright. Jodel, I approve. You’re really well-prepared. You must have heard the story today, but you already know my information. And you don’t know my body size, so you’re not curious, right?”

“I don’t know about that.”

He shook his head with a serious expression at Rashia’s ominous question.

I knew the truth, but it was better not to say anything.

That wasn’t information that appeared in the webtoon. You can get a rough idea of the size just by skimming through it.

You can’t ignore an assassin’s observation skills.

“Oh, it’s delicious. Among them, they only picked the most delicious ones.”

Rasia even ate the strawberries I gave her.

It often appears in webtoons. There’s a scene where Rasia eats strawberries for dessert.

All the other foods were poisoned, but the strawberry was not poisonous, so Rasia used the strawberry to relieve the upset stomach caused by the poisoned meal.

“I’m going to go train now. I feel heavy because I didn’t train at all when I got home. Jodel, help me train.”

“….Yes. I will prepare.”

This is Russia’s training…

I pulled out only the scenes of Lacia’s training from my memory and got up from my seat to prepare accordingly.

‘…..Okay, let’s prepare perfectly this time too.’

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‘…It’s strange.’

‘It’s so weird…..’

Rasia focused on her target, swinging her dagger.

Every time, Jodel, who was watching, automatically exclaimed in admiration and reflected on the dagger he had just thrown.

“This dagger was perfect too. However, too much force was put into the front of the sword. If you throw it with even force, it won’t strain your wrist and will fly a little more stably. Miss.”

“….Uh, yeah.”

Rashia bit her lip tightly.

…..What the heck is that?

Have you heard anything from Luan?

Luan was strongly advised never to reveal any information about herself to Jodelle in advance.

There was no way Luan would disobey his orders.

That’s why I was really looking forward to making Jodell cry…

It was so comfortable. It couldn’t be more comfortable. It was beyond my imagination.

‘How can I find my favorite food?’

He gave me my favorite foods in order, and I even ordered strawberries for dessert.

It was the first time in my life that I had such a satisfying meal.

The servants always kept flipping over the food because they gave it to him as they pleased, so he felt satisfied when the food was prepared just the way he wanted, but he also felt frustrated because things didn’t go his way.

But I couldn’t find fault with it.

This was Russia’s stubbornness.

That’s why I promised myself that I would cry and stop at least during this training… But somehow things started to turn out strangely.

Rasiya liked being praised during training. But she hated it when it wasn’t genuine praise. She wanted perfect praise, literally.

That’s why I always tell my attendants to express their feelings whenever they train.

Then most of the servants just exclaim, “It’s perfect, it’s great.” But that’s not what Rasya wants.

Rasiya deliberately adjusts her strength differently.

No one noticed that. They just kept repeating the same thing like parrots.

Russia wanted perfect feedback.

The problem was that, unfortunately, there was no one with that kind of insight. I thought the same was true for Jodell.

It may seem pretty strong, but it’s probably inferior to you.

So this time, I was happy and thought that I could whip Jodell’s back and make her cry to my heart’s content….

‘Who the hell is this guy?’

“That’s right. What you just threw is perfect. There’s nothing to criticize in terms of power, ratio, and speed. I think it’ll be fine if you just keep throwing like this.”

What is that perfect compliment?

What is this thing that says I need to improve while praising me? And what is that applause?

‘shit….’

…..I really like it.

Rashia’s eyes darkened.

This desire to have one is the same as when I received the parrot as a gift from my grandfather when I was little.

The parrot eventually withered to death from Russia’s obsession and madness.

With the same feeling as before, Rashia clenched her fists.

If I didn’t do this, I felt like I would run to Jodel right now and just destroy him.

“Miss?”

Jodell started to approach her, worried that she was standing still, but then stopped.

After staring blankly at the sight, Rasia forced the corners of her lips upward again.

“Why~ Jodel? You stopped coming?”

He spoke while fiddling with the dagger in his hand.

Should I throw it, or not, should I throw it, or not? No, let’s not. I like it, and it’s not like I made a mistake, but I have to hold back for now. I have to enjoy it a little more.

It was not easy to ruin something this fun.

I need to keep it right next to me and play with it to my heart’s content.

Yeah, that would be great.

“…Are you okay?”

“Of course. Oh, I’m going to stop training now. I have to go to Grandpa’s room. I have something to tell you. You should come with me.”

“Yes, I understand.”

If that’s the case, then it can’t be done temporarily.

I have to get my grandfather to give it to me.

If it was a normal servant, it wouldn’t matter, but there were assassins that my grandfather had assigned to me.

Did Grandpa also see something special in this boy?

I needed to have a talk with my grandfather.

Rasia hurried her steps, looking greedily at Jodelle who was following her.