Chapter 2.12 - WTDODBY VOL1-CH02-12 (1/2)

Night came, but Rufus could not sleep. After thinking for a while, he went to the room where Sarubia was staying.

“Sarubia,” he called her name in a low voice. As an answer, clattering noises came from inside.

“Please, hold on!”

“What’s going on?”

Surprised by the sound of something falling, Rufus hurriedly opened the door.

“Ah, I’m not dressed yet!”

A large mass of blankets was seen on the bed. On top of it, the ivory hair that had not yet been able to be hidden was sticking out.

Looking at Sarubia hiding under the quilt, Rufus murmured: “I don’t mind.”

“But I mind! Please leave for a moment!” She didn’t expect him to come in suddenly like that.

Rufus was waiting outside for a moment when the door opened again, and Sarubia’s face slipped into his view.

“You may come in now.”

Sarubia was dressed in a thin silk nightdress. Maybe it was because she was in a hurry, but the fabric on her shoulder was down. Rufus didn’t bother to point it out because he felt it was cute.

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Since that day, Sarubia has left Princess Sordid’s palace.

“You took my bowl.1. Be responsible.”

She had suddenly quit her maid job and grumbled that she had no severance pay. However, she still came out of the princess’ palace in a relaxed manner.

Sarubia said she had worked at the princess’s palace since she was very young. Having lived in a maid’s quarters all the time, she had very little belongings. There were only clothes for maids to wear while they worked.

“Why did you take off your clothes?” asked Rufus, who sat on the bed.

“I am usually like this in the dorm.”

“With everything taken off?”

“Yes, because I lived alone in the attic of the lodge… and it’s too hot in the summer.”

“You don’t seem to like the heat.”

“Yes. I’d rather freeze to death than being suffocated in my sleep. ”

“That’s extreme,” Rufus thought, “I’m glad that the Inferna estate is not so stuffy.”

“Your body is cool, so I’m fine.” Sarubia turned around with a burst of laughter.

Rufus hugged Sarubia from behind, and his chest touched her back.

Sarubia fidgety touched his hand and whispered: “Today, just sleeping while holding hands, okay? If you don’t, I’ll punish you.”

“Okay,” Rufus nodded.

“You agreed so readily? I thought you were going to whine about it.”

“I’m not a beast, and I’m not going to force you to do it when you say no.”

“Oh, wow? Who rushed in like an animal on a meal last night?”

“So, did you hate it?”

“It was nice that there were advancements in skill compared to before.”

“Which skill in particular?”

“You know…”

Thinking he knew her answer, Rufus swept Sarubia’s hair with his hand. He liked the colour of her hair. The creamy bright and light colours were soft and warm.

“Then why are you named Sarubia?” Patting Sarubia’s hair, Rufus muttered to himself.

Sarubia was a red flower. If the born child had a crown of red hair, the name wouldn’t be so strange, but Sarubia’s hair was a light golden ivory colour, far from those red petals.

“It’s the same reason your name is Rufus.”

“Was your mother fond of Sarubia flowers?”

“That’s too one-dimensional. It’s not my mother’s. It’s my favourite.”

Sarubia answered giggling. Rufus was puzzled at her answer.

“Then, did you name yourself?”

“Well, yes. I didn’t have a name initially. As soon as I was born, my parents discarded me.”