I Put all my Stats into Charm - Chapter 40

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I Put All My Stats Into Charm Episode 040

 

“A sparrow…?”

 

No, it’s not a sparrow.

 

At first glance, it looked similar to a sparrow in shape, but there were subtly different parts.

 

First, its feather color wasn’t brown, but white. Its eyes weren’t black either, but blue.

 

Plus with its round body like a snowflake and cute little beak.

 

This is….

 

Too adorable, isn’t it?!

 

The desire to slip the white bird into my pocket boiled up. I carefully bent my upper body forward.

 

“Hello, you’re really cute.”

 

Ever since I was young, raising animals had been my wish.

 

To encounter a creature by chance like this. It was surely destined to become my pet.

 

The bird didn’t move a muscle without even making a chirping sound.

 

Am I scary?

 

Well, it might be frightening when a human dozens of times larger approaches.

 

Looking closely, the bird’s feathers were wet. Seeing how it was shivering, it seemed cold too.

 

“Are you hiding there because you’re cold?”

 

Of all places to escape the cold, it went into a pile of wet clothes. Seems like a pretty poor choice.

 

I think I read somewhere that small animals have difficulty regulating body temperature when wet. They’re prone to hypothermia or something.

 

Moreover, since the sun had set, it could become a target for nocturnal birds of prey like owls. Being white would make it even more conspicuous.

 

Several reasons to take this adorable creature with me had emerged.

 

I should take it to the Tower of the Moon, warm up its body, and feed it until it’s full.

 

Won’t you become my very own pet.

 

I reached out my hand to the white bird with plenty of selfish intent.

 

“Come here, I’ll move you to a warm place….”

 

Just then, the stranger flapped its wings and flew away.

 

“….”

 

Seeing how fast it was, I don’t need to worry about it getting eaten.

 

I stared blankly in the direction the stranger had disappeared, then smacked my forehead.

 

“Right. I had the mind control skill!”

 

I should have just used the mind control skill to kidnap it.

 

I probably won’t encounter that bird again.

 

I clicked my tongue in regret and got into the carriage.

 

I entered the Tower of the Moon with damp hair and wet clothes.

 

Because my body wasn’t dry, every step I took made squelching sounds from my shoes and left footprint-shaped water marks on the floor.

 

Ugh, so uncomfortable. I need to wash up as soon as I get to my room.

 

Since it was late, I was entering the lobby with cat-like steps when a familiar voice from behind stopped me.

 

“Lady?”

 

When I turned around, I saw Lowell with his eyes wide open in surprise. He looked me up and down.

 

“What kind of state are you in?”

 

“Ah, well… I fell into the lake….”

 

When I scratched my cheek and gave an awkward smile, Lowell let out a small sigh and approached.

 

“Lady, you’re really such a troublemaker….”

 

Just then, Lowell’s gaze fell on Jerome’s uniform jacket draped over my shoulder.

 

His eyes looking silently at the uniform were cold. Under that gaze, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, I felt strangely uncomfortable.

 

“Were you with the Duke?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

I nodded while watching Lowell’s expression.

 

I felt like a delinquent teenager caught by mom after staying out all night.

 

Lowell narrowed his eyes.

 

“…He sent Lady back alone in this state?”

 

“Ah, well. The Duke said he had business to attend to… Achoo!”

 

At my sneeze, Lowell’s eyes widened again.

 

“This won’t do. We need to warm up your body first. I’ll have them heat water, so gather clothes to change into and go to the bath.”

 

“Well, I should wipe up the water I spilled on the floor first… Achoo!”

 

Lowell placed his hand on my back and gently pushed me toward the room.

 

“I’ll have them clean the floor too, so hurry to your room. You’ll catch a cold at this rate.”

 

Sniffle.

 

Now even my nose is running.

 

As Lowell said, warming my body seemed to be the priority.

 

After stopping by my room to gather clothes to change into and going to the bath, I saw a bathtub with warm steam rising from it.

 

I warmed my body in the hot water, then hand-washed Jerome’s uniform and hung it up to dry.

 

“Mmm….”

 

While lying drowsily in the bathtub, something I had forgotten came to mind.

 

‘Come to think of it, I didn’t get an answer from Jerome, did I?’

 

When I asked Jerome to give me a chance to be friends, the boat capsized and I couldn’t hear his answer.

 

‘Next time we meet, I must get an answer.’

 

I can’t just wait indefinitely for special conditions that might never be fulfilled.

 

‘I’ll try one more time, and if it doesn’t work, I’ll switch my target to Kaliton.’

 

It was a shame about all the effort I’d put in so far, but I might not be able to return home until I become a bent old grandmother at this rate.

 

I organized my thoughts, deciding I should meet Jerome one more time using returning his clothes as an excuse.

 

While putting on the tunic I’d brought from my room after finishing my bath, I frowned at the pain of my hair being pulled.

 

“Ouch.”

 

Seeing a few strands of hair had come out, it seemed my hair had gotten caught in the back buttons.

 

“This is happening again.”

 

What kind of clothes are these?

 

My hair gets caught every time I put it on.

 

I regretted not ordering everyday clothes from the dressmaker too, and twisted my hair up high. Then I fumbled with the buttons at the back of my neck.

 

But since I don’t have eyes on the back of my head, the buttons wouldn’t go into the holes and kept slipping around.

 

Usually romance fantasy protagonists have maids or servants who brush their hair and help them change clothes. Don’t apprentice mages get that kind of thing?

 

The buttons kept slipping, so I turned toward the mirror, when something caught my eye.

 

“…What is this?”

 

Below my nape, at the boundary line from the back of my neck down to my back, there was a tattoo.

 

The tattoo was a shape combining a spiral and an eye.

 

“Huh, this pattern looks familiar….”

 

Isn’t that?

 

The tattoo that was on Jerome’s body that I glimpsed at the hot spring.

 

Come to think of it, not only the shape but also the location was the same.

 

I examined the tattoo carved into my body with a bewildered feeling.

 

“Why is this on my body….”

 

Since when has this tattoo been here?

 

It was puzzling that it was carved in the same pattern and same place as Jerome’s.

 

It felt too unsettling to dismiss as mere coincidence.

 

Do the other male protagonists have tattoos like this too? I can’t exactly strip them all to check.

 

Perhaps this tattoo might be an important clue needed to break through the game.

 

Putting my curiosity aside, when I came out to the lobby, I encountered Lowell. Lowell handed me a thick blanket and spoke.

 

“I’ve lit a fire in the fireplace, so go warm yourself up a bit.”

 

I nodded as I received the blanket.

 

“Thank you, Master.”

 

When it comes to being affectionate, he’s the most affectionate among the five male protagonists.

 

Handsome, affectionate, considerate, capable, and good at making money too.

 

It would be really nice to have someone like this as a lover. But why does he have to be a taxidermist of all things.

 

This is why you shouldn’t judge people… no, elves by their appearance alone, I thought as I followed Lowell.

 

The drawing room was filled with warmth thanks to the fireplace.

 

Sitting in a chair close to the fireplace, I felt warm all the way to my core.

 

“Make yourself comfortable.”

 

Lowell brought teacups and poured warm tea. Then he naturally put several sugar cubes into his own cup.

 

I also love sweet things, so whenever I went to cafes, I used to dump tons of syrup in. Everyone would be shocked every time, so this must be how that felt.

 

“Seeing you drink like that every time, Master, you seem to really love sweet things.”

 

“Actually, I hate sweet things.”

 

Huh?

 

Doesn’t that contradict what I just saw?

 

I tilted my head and asked.

 

“You say you hate sweet things, but you drink it like that every time?”

 

“There was someone who liked to drink it this way.”

 

There was another person who ate things that sweet?

 

That’s not common.

 

Lowell put down the teaspoon he had been stirring with. Then he offered me the teacup without sugar.

 

“I started drinking it following that person’s way, and it became like this. Now it feels empty if I don’t drink it this way.”

 

Even though he says he hates sweet things. The fact that he came to drink following that person’s preference means they weren’t just ordinary acquaintances, right?

 

Lowell brought the teacup to his lips with his usual calm movements. Then, after wetting his lips, he slowly set the teacup down.

 

Between those brief, simple movements, silence settled over the drawing room.

 

In that silence lingered an old echo that was neither longing nor emptiness.

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