Chapter 12 (1/2)

The 12th Story: Peace and Unrest

One of the hell Castles, Astarte Castle

The ht came into Astarte’s bedroom, which was on the top floor

Shaa

I pulled the bedrooht

“Nu! Bright!”

“Wake up Astarte-sa”

I forcefully stripped the blanket off the girl’s curled up body

My lady Astarte was sleeping in polka dot pajamas

“5 more minutes……”

“It’s no use”

I, as openly recognized by the Count, would work under Astarte’s direct control

I woke Astarte up, cooked her

I supported ht

It was the duty of a knight

Still, Sebastian was the one as giving lessons, since I had less knowledge of this world than the 10 year old Astarte

“Yes, yes Please get up, Astarte-sama”

“Just Astarte is fine!”

“No, I a”

Astarte hated it when I assumed a cold attitude, but because I did not know if that overly doting father could see us, I used appropriate speech and conduct for the time, place, and occasion

At least, during the day

A fe

I didn’t really knohat the frog’s actual sex was, but it earing a maid uniform, so it was probably a female

As expected, as a irl’s clothes Honestly, I was saved

For breakfast, I prepared Astarte’s favourite meal, which seemed to be the bacon of some mysterious purple animal

We took a break after breakfast, and then Sebastian’s lesson began

I, as inexperienced, took the lesson with Astarte When noon approached, I left early to prepare for lunch

In the afternoon, Astarte continued to soak in knowledge, while I went around doing different tasks behind the scenes

In thathappening Then cahttime

“Haa, I’m tired!”

I finished showering and Astarte leapt into bed

“That is bad manners, Astarte-sama”

“Astarte ‘-sama’?”

“That’s bad manners, Astarte”

Honestly, using proper language was bothersome

I looked at Astarte, as rolling around on the bed for some reason

That reminded me, I still hadn’t thanked her

Had Ito say it?

“Thank you, Astarte”

“Huh?”

Astarte became confused

“I becaht thanks to you Really, thank you”

“That is…… I wanted to be with you……”

Astarte squirmed like a caterpillar on the bed

Her voice was really small

What? Were you embarrassed?

How rare

“Ah!”

“Hmm?”

Astarte’s suddenly got up, like she had re

“Other than that, Blood!”

“Yes?”

“You should stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“Adding things like ‘Or so like that’ or ‘Anyhow’ Blood should have more confidence!”

“Do I use it that often?”

“Always”

“Always” she said……

Being concerned about such things was troublesome if you were close

“Come here!”

“Yes?”

Astarte patted the bed, beckoning me

Ten seconds later, I foundon the bed with Astarte

“I like Blood a lot!”

“Is that so?”

She suddenly declared that she liked me

I was grateful for it

I did not kno to continue this without being hated by her

“I like Blood, so I don’t want Blood to be disapproved of!”

“Astarte……”

“Blood…… Do you like me?

Suddenly, the child spoke

“Of course, I do not dislike you”

“Love?”

“No, an adultthat is a moral problem”

The 10 year old little girl approached with “I like you”, so the 18 year old rateful

This hat I envisioned

I backed away, pushi+ng both of my palms out with a “NO!”

“You can’t escape!”

Astarte’s palms entwined with mine

“A…”

Astarte’s sers went in-between two of my own

Palether with zero distance I could feel the sensation of Astarte’s skin

There was no escape

Or should I have said, holding hands o stiff

Astarte’s hands felt hot Was a child’s teh?

Even so, it was soft

Even her heartbeat seeh the palm

I sat on the bed, holding hands with a little girl who declared “I like you”

What kind of situation was this…

I didn’t feel eh

“Fine……I like you”

I sue and said so

However, Astarte’s pursuit was not over yet

“How much?”

“Even if you say ‘How much?’…”

“As much as father?”

“No, much more”

“As much as Sebastian?”

“Even more”

“As much as Rinne?”

“A little more”

“Then, who’s next?”

“Who’s next…”

Stare

Astarte started at me with upturned eyes

In that moment, I felt that all of my barriers were completely destroyed

“Possibly…… there is no one?”

I thought an arrow pierced my heart

I was seen through

Astarte’s stateht have been received in excessive self-consciousness if taken incorrectly

However, for her, it was different

It was just the nature of a child

The stiff me looked at Astarte, who shone with expectation

“Then I am the favorite!?”

“No, that is……”

“Tell me! Please! By all means, I want to know!”

Straightforward! Astarte closed the distance

As expected, Astarte pursued andin shyness and