Chapter 18
[Story Unknown to Sisse 1]
The hem of the dress sways like a shadow. The rigidly upright waist was as dazzling as the pride revealed on his face. Truly, the word noble lady suited the girl so well.
Perinuel spat out pure admiration, forgetting the momentary inferiority she felt toward her. In fact, it was also respect for the opponent.
Sise de Wischwaltz.
The new young lady of the Wischwaltz family was as noble and beautiful as the ‘surname’ attached behind her name. If not for the widely known facts of her birth, she might have been mistaken for a real noble.
So, Perinuel was able to easily win the verbal exchange with the young lady by using her past experiences to rack his brain, but she couldn’t help feeling a deep sense of defeat from her retreating figure, who withdrew like a queen without showing any sign that she had lost.
If it were an ordinary young lady, she would have thrown a tantrum in anger or repeated nonsensical conversations until she won, inflicting humiliation on her, but she did not.
Surprisingly, Sisse de Wischwaltz, upon realizing she had lost, maintained her impeccably haughty demeanor and stepped aside like a winner. She seemed like someone who knew when to advance and when to retreat. Even though she deliberately raised her voice to mock her, Sise de Wischwaltz’s heart remained unchanged.
A calm lake with not a single breeze blowing.
Therefore, Perinuel had no choice but to acknowledge it. The young lady of the Wischwaltz family was not an ordinary person. She was not like the vain rumors circulating in the world.
Having thought this far, as soon as Sisse de Wischwaltz’s figure completely disappeared, Perinuel poked Theodore Vitraice’s side with his finger. This was resentment toward the irresponsible man who had only presented himself as a heavily drunk rascal in front of the Wischwaltz young lady while acting.
“Get up. She’s gone. You don’t need to act anymore.”
“I know.”
Theodore raises his body with his usual soft smile, as if the side poked by the finger full of resentment doesn’t hurt at all. The man who had been snoring in a drunken stupor just moments ago had disappeared somewhere, and his appearance, as he swept back his hair and answered softly, was shining as if he had matured.
“Are you satisfied now?”
Perinuel glares at him with a prim voice. Meanwhile, her hands were very affectionately buttoning his vest.
As if accustomed to Perinuel’s service, Theodore twists his body slightly to help her easily button his buttons and answers in a low voice.
“Yes.”
As soon as his answer ends, Perinuel begins chattering incessantly like a bird chirping. Because this is exactly what his master Theodore desires.
“She’s an amazing woman. I think I understand why you told me to deal with her. Even though she hasn’t been in the Wischwaltz family for long, she’s more ladylike than any noble young lady. No, she’s already no different from a lady. Even if she debuts in society right now, it wouldn’t be awkward.”
“She seemed that way.”
“Her pride as a noble, elegant demeanor, and self-esteem seemed higher than anyone else’s. Yet she showed boldness in not feeling ashamed of her own defeat. She’s not an ordinary woman. Though she’s just a young girl who hasn’t even had her coming-of-age ceremony, she shows a more cunning appearance than any noble. She’s a woman whose future growth is anticipated. Even in this unlearned state, if she properly learns the deportment a lady should have, dominating society would be nothing. You saw something special in her, didn’t you?”
Theodore did not answer. Instead, he just looks at her with eyes whose intentions are unknown. Perinuel closed her mouth at Theodore’s gaze.
Based on her experiences so far, when he looks at the opponent like this, it’s better to stay silent without asking back. Theodore showed a kind attitude to everyone and acted like a gentleman, but in reality, when you peel back the layers, he was a man more cruel and frightening than anyone. This was something Perinuel, who had served him as ‘master’ since childhood, knew best.
So, instead of waiting for an answer to her question, she began to continue talking about what she felt while looking at Sise. Because that would be what Theodore desires.
“But there’s something strange. I’m not sure if I read it correctly, but Sise seemed like she wanted to become like us.”
“Us?”
“Yes. Like me, a prostitute.”
“That’s a strange thing.”
“Of course, it doesn’t mean she wants to sell her body. But she seemed to want to act and talk like me. It seemed like she wanted to imitate the way we deal with customers. Isn’t that strange?”
“Why do you think that?”
“It was obvious. Though she tried to hide it in her own way, her ears and gaze were solely directed at my gestures and expressions. Every time I made a certain action, she flinched and tried to remember it. It was a gaze close to ‘admiration.’”
“So that’s why she didn’t refuse my request.”
“Your request?”
Perinuel blinks her eyes and looks at Theodore. Whether it was a habit from dealing with customers that came out unconsciously, her behavior was secretive and provocative, like seducing a man.
“An ordinary woman wouldn’t sit with a prostitute. But she didn’t.”
“I see. Actually, I thought her aversion to prostitutes was low because she was a commoner. But seeing her attitude toward me, I realized that wasn’t the case. But I’m not sure if it’s my misconception that she wants to imitate us.”
“Why so?”
Perinuel, seeing Theodore show interest in her words, continues with a bright smile. Her generous master was showing a consistently kind appearance without blaming her vulgarity. Very gratefully so.
“As soon as she lost the initiative in the conversation, she showed a sudden loss of interest and left the seat. Even though I secretly tempted her to come to the shop, she wasn’t shaken at all.”
“That’s natural.”
“Yes? What do you mean? Master, please enlighten this dull me. I don’t quite understand why the girl is like that.”
Perinuel urges him in a voice full of coquetry, as if pleading.
“There isn’t just one prostitute like you. Though they may be of lower class than you, this city is full of prostitutes worn out from dealing with people. In other words, even if she felt a momentary interest from a brief meeting, your value to her isn’t important enough to obtain while losing face.”
“Ah, I see. That’s why she could leave me with such a confident appearance. As expected of you, master.”
Theodore gives Perinuel, who admires his words, a gentle smile and reaches out to stroke her hair. His attitude was affectionate like petting a pet, but on the other hand, it had a clear boundary. Compared to the softly moving hand, the coldly settled eyes held no warmth at all.
“Perinuel.”
“Yes, speak. Master.”
Perinuel answers in a whispering, panting voice. It was just a simple contact, but she was shivering as if immersed in deep pleasure, like receiving caresses.
And rightly so, because Perrignul felt ecstatic pleasure as if having a mental affair every time her master Theodore stroked her hair.
Among the numerous women under his command used as ‘tools,’ he stroked the hair like this only for ‘Perinuel.’ And Perinuel knew that very well.
So, every time Theodore touched the part of her hair with his hand, she felt deep joy and was moved. Because at such times, she felt like she was an important person to her master.
“Make contact with the Wischwaltz young lady.”
“Master?”
“She’s a very interesting card. If done well, she might help my ‘great cause.’ So, make contact somehow and let her do as she wants.”
“Yes, master.”
Perinuel closes her eyes while purring like a cat. It was an attitude of utmost obedience. She was more docile and meek than a satiated beast. It was nothing more and nothing less than a tail-wagging dog, just without a collar.
To her ear, Theodore’s voice settles softly like a feather.
“But don’t do anything too conspicuous. Just hit and run appropriately. If you get entangled with a noble family, you won’t see a good end.”
Ah, master. Perrignul nodded with a face full of emotion. The resentment toward her heartless master, who came after a long time only to ask her to deal with one young lady, was melting away like snow.
Well, it had always been like that. From the time he saved her, who was only 5 years old, from the hands of a noble man trying to rape her due to her innate beauty, Theodore had always acted kindly like this.
Of course, it’s true that if she didn’t follow his orders, he would act terrifyingly ruthless, but looking back, everything he ordered was for Perinuel herself. That’s why she could take his hand and leave her hometown, and become a prostitute following his orders, rolling under men’s touches.
This was all for her master Theodore. If not, she would have bitten her tongue and died long ago, unable to overcome the shame and humiliation. If she hadn’t known that as much as she rolled in the mud, ‘information’ and ‘support funds’ went to her master.
It’s the same now. She’s being used for something helpful to his ‘great cause.’ That means she’s an important ‘tool’ to Theodore.
That fact made her so happy that Perinuel unknowingly shed tears streaming down. Waiting silently until he wiped her cheek with his affectionate touch.
“Don’t worry. I have a way to meet her confidently. So, trust this Perinuel and wait. I’ll make her into an excellent ‘card’ that can help your cause.”
Perinuel jumps into Theodore’s arms, rubs her cheek against his broad chest, and whispers softly. While anxiously waiting for the joy when he answers ‘Yes’ in a low voice, she smiled like a flower. Smiling like that without knowing how cold Theodore’s gaze looking at the top of her head was.
Her affection toward the man was growing hotter day by day, becoming so large that she herself couldn’t control it. It was like a volcano about to erupt.
But the man, knowing it, didn’t bother to push it away. He just lightly strokes the hot body twitching in his arms, the small shoulders. As if training a beast in heat, like that.
Afterward, it was natural that Perrignul unofficially visited the Wischwaltz family in less than a month.
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When I returned home, the one who greeted me was Marie. Though it was a short time, she seemed anxious about not going together, as her face was full of confused expressions.
Well, though she was separated due to my order, she would surely receive a scolding for not attending to her master, so throughout waiting for me to enter the mansion, she must have felt her mouth going dry. Isn’t she in a state of watching the higher-ups’ moods due to the previous incident?
Even though she wasn’t accompanied by a single knight, seeing me return safely from the walk, she seemed deeply relieved and openly sighed. It was so loud that it seemed like the floor would cave in.
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By Anna 💓
