“Yuri… Yuria! This is Dirt-Dirt! It’s protecting the mansion!”
[Kyaaa! How dare you treat me like a watchdog!!!]
“Huh? You’re not just a lazy freeloader rolling around and eating snacks…?”
[Kyaaaa! How dare you grow increasingly rude, you giant brat!!!]
The unimpressive shouting of Dirt-Dirt echoed through the morning air.
It seemed Yuri had firmly earned the title of “giant brat” from Dirt-Dirt.
Regardless of Dirt-Dirt’s fiery protests, Yuri fearlessly reached out to pat its head.
[Giant brat! Now that you live here, you have a duty to bring me half of all your snacks! Don’t even think about slacking off, or else!]
“Wow, so smooth and soft… feels really nice.”
[Kyaaa! Are you even listening to me!!!]
Despite Dirt-Dirt’s supposed attempt to assert dominance, it was easily overpowered.
Yuri caught the little spirit by its stubby limbs, rendering it helpless as it flailed in the air.
In an instant, the hierarchy was established.
Still, Dirt-Dirt was no ordinary spirit—it was a Great Spirit, likely possessing considerable strength.
Yet, it was constantly suppressed by Julia’s Spirit Language.
And by Charlotte, Sylvia, and Yuri’s overwhelming physical power.
One couldn’t blame Dirt-Dirt for feeling somewhat wronged.
‘Wait a minute. But Yuri… that girl… she’s not wearing her mask?’
It suddenly struck me as odd.
Yuri, who always wore her mask and used voice-modifying magic when around Charlotte and Julia,
was now acting completely naturally, mask-free.
‘Did she finally reveal her identity to Charlotte and Julia?’
The thought brought a swell of emotion.
When she first appeared in her mask, it nearly sent my blood pressure skyrocketing.
Forcing Yuri to stay at the mansion had finally paid off.
Two months—two long months.
If she stayed inside, she’d inevitably run into Julia.
Outside, she’d inevitably encounter Charlotte.
Could she really endure such a stifling routine, constantly wearing a mask and maintaining voice modification spells?
Could she flawlessly hide her identity for two whole months without a single mistake?
Impossible.
Yuri, being intelligent, must have known this as well.
Eventually, she’d give up on the pointless resistance and remove the mask.
‘But surely, it wasn’t some clumsy slip-up, was it?’
I couldn’t help but worry.
What if she had stubbornly tried to maintain her disguise, only to blow it with a careless mistake?
No, impossible. It’s only the third day—there’s no way.
Surely, she removed it willingly, of her own accord.
I decided to believe that.
“Yuri.”
“Ah, yes! C-Count…”
As I approached, Yuri flinched, visibly tense, hiccupping nervously.
Was she worried her relationship with the children had been discovered?
If so, she needn’t worry—I’d known for a while now.
“Where’s your mask? You wore it constantly on the first day.”
“Oh, uh… should I… keep wearing it?”
“No. I’m glad that mask, which hid your pretty face, is gone. You said before that it was to avoid unnecessary relationships, but I want to thank you for being close to the kids.”
“…”
I brushed aside the strands of hair lightly covering her face, tucking them behind her ear.
It had seemed so short when I thought she was a man.
But now, feeling its length, it was quite long.
…Why had I ever thought this girl was a man? The mystery baffled me.
“I-I’m the one who should thank you!”
“…?”
As I turned to leave, Yuri suddenly raised her voice.
Lowering her head, she spoke with trembling hands and a quivering voice.
“I… truly thank you…”
“Is this about the tickets? Don’t worry about it. Let me know if there’s anything else you want to see later.”
“Ah, n-no, I couldn’t possibly…”
“Don’t hold back. Seeing how happy the kids are when they’re with you is worth it.”
“Y-yes… I’ll graciously accept your kindness then…”
[The Evil God ‘Kali’ smiles approvingly at Yuri’s change.]
Finally, Yuri accepted my words.
Although my actions were purely for her benefit, I used Charlotte and Julia as an excuse to ease her burden.
When I offered support as Mr. Black, she’d refused everything except a small allowance.
Yet now, my subtle efforts succeeded, and a strange sense of betrayal mixed with satisfaction washed over me.
“Bit by bit, she’s getting used to kindness.”
Charlotte and Julia had been the same.
At first, they’d even been suspicious of the food I gave them, forcing me to serve it in pet bowls.
But over time, they grew used to my goodwill, realizing it carried no ulterior motives or malice.
I could only hope Yuri would follow the same path.
“Ack!”
“…!?”
As I turned a corner, a maid suddenly let out a startled cry and fell toward me.
The basket she was carrying spilled over, covering me completely.
“Ugh.”
“I-I’m so sorry! Truly sorry, Count!”
The maid kept bowing repeatedly, apologizing fervently.
I wondered what she was rushing around with—it turned out to be a laundry basket.
All sorts of laundry had tumbled onto me, causing quite a mess.
But the thing covering my face was…
“Ah! T-that’s mine…”
Sylvia, blushing furiously, hastily snatched a bra off my face.
I was momentarily dumbfounded and at a loss for words.
I knew Sylvia was well-endowed, but… was it really this much?
One cup completely covered my face and then some.
For a moment, it was so enormous that I didn’t even realize it was underwear.
Maybe because I’ve been around Sylvia so much, I’ve gotten used to it.
Lately, I hadn’t consciously thought about how big they were.
Seeing it so blatantly now made me newly aware of Sylvia’s overwhelming… impact.
‘Just how magnificent would the real thing be?’
I haven’t actually seen Sylvia’s bare chest yet.
Imagining what it would be like to see them, or to hold them in my hands and feel their weight, suddenly filled me with a sinking fear.
No, if they were pressed right into my face…?
“Urgh!”
“Count! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… I just had a terrible thought…”
“…?”
Even being covered by that huge bra made it hard to breathe.
If I were buried in the real thing, I’d probably suffocate.
Just imagining it made me gasp for air, overwhelmed by an indescribable fear.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of respect for Sylvia, who had built up back muscles that were admirable even while wearing something like that.
“Is there no hygiene issue, Sylvia?”
“Excuse me? There shouldn’t be any problem… Why do you ask all of a sudden?”
“The smell of sweat seems quite strong. Is it because you don’t change them often, or is the smell itself strong…? If it’s the former, it’s a hygiene issue; if it’s the latter, it could be a health warning. You shouldn’t skip health check-ups…”
“Aaaah! I’ll take care of it myself!!!”
“Ugh!”
Sylvia hastily pulled a sword from my mouth, cutting off my words.
This girl…
Does she have no respect anymore?
I was just about to dock her pay for the first time in a while.
“Count, please step back.”
“…!”
Sylvia raised her sword, positioning herself between me and the approaching threat.
The atmosphere changed abruptly.
Peeking out from behind Sylvia, I saw a carriage stopped at the main gate.
And stepping out of the carriage were fiery red high heels.
The moment those heels came into view, a tingling sensation ran through my body, sending chills down my spine.
This sensation could only mean one thing—it was my sister.
As soon as I realized, Irene Vermont emerged from the carriage.
“Sylvia, I understand your caution, but calm down. There’s no need to draw your sword. Surely, my sister wouldn’t be crazy enough to attack us…”
“She’s coming, Count.”
Irene had become more amicable toward me after the last incident, so it should be fine.
…Or so I thought.
As Sylvia warned me in a trembling voice.
A sharp sound of the air being sliced echoed as Irene’s figure shot toward us.
“…!”
She vanished from sight for an instant.
When she reappeared, Irene had already bypassed Sylvia and was right in front of me.
Startled, I instinctively pulled back, bracing myself for impact.
“Aslan! Laura’s avatar is sick, but I have no idea why…! I can’t go to a hospital, and I have no one to confide in or complain to! I only have you now; what should I do…?”
“…”
[The Evil God ‘Kali’ scoffs, saying, “What’s the big deal about an insignificant avatar being destroyed?”]
Sniff.
Irene thrust her palm in front of me.
Lying on her hand was a tiny avatar of Laura.
She indeed looked ill, appearing weak and listless.
“Please…”
Looking up, I saw that Irene’s face was a mess of tears.
So she came to me because her pet… no, her Evil God is sick?
For a moment, I was at a loss for words, utterly dumbfounded.
