Surviving as the Villainess’s Servant in a Martial Arts Novel - Chapter 9

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Episode 9

[This was a predetermined defeat. The Young Miss was lying comfortably warm inside her room while I was panting like a dog outside—how could there be any competition?

I need to devise another method. I already received my salary in advance, you know.

And so the method I devised was…

Talking.

I talked like crazy.

It seemed like the Young Miss was quite shy with strangers. If I kept talking to her and approaching her like this, wouldn’t she say at least one word to me?

With that thought, I really said everything I could think of.

First, I started with an apology for the previous incident, then moved on to introducing myself.

My name, age, height, appearance, personality, body measurements, special skills, hobbies, things I like, things I dislike, and so on…

As I talked, the topic naturally shifted to my work as a Night Soil Carrier, and that’s when I got even more excited.

How much must have built up inside me all this time? I complained about how the Cook should make the food a bit less delicious, how people defecate too much, and eventually even brought up the Chief Steward.

The Chief Steward was the biggest defecator in the Seo Family Estate. Not only was the volume twice that of others, but the smell… ugh, I truly understood what it meant to faint while standing.

Anyway, while I was telling these stories, I heard a ‘rustle’ from inside.

What was that? Did she react?

Surprised, I called out to the Young Miss several times, but there was no more sound after that. Would it kill her to give me an answer…

Still, maybe the Young Miss found it entertaining?

Alright, tomorrow it’s more dung stories!]

[Some month, some day.

It’s already been five days since I started telling dung stories.

I’ve run out of things to talk about.

Wait, how long have I been working here that I’ve already run out of stories?

But it can’t be helped. The truth is, all a Night Soil Carrier does all day is clean dung buckets, scoop dung, and wash dung buckets.

So what do I do now?

Today, should I try… going inside?

Honestly, after doing this much, shouldn’t it be okay? So I mustered up the courage and tried going in.

Something immediately came flying at me.

Haha, of course. As if our Young Miss would lower her guard just because of some dung stories?

I knew this would happen and prepared to dodge in advance… but I still got hit helplessly. Right, I get it—if I’m going to dodge, I should learn martial arts instead of serving here, shouldn’t I?

But this time it wasn’t a sword.

It was a tea cup. A very solid and sturdy tea cup at that…

That damn tea cup broke my nose.

It really hurt so much. Honestly, it hurt more than when I got hit by the sword. I even got a nosebleed and ran away screaming while clutching my nose, and the Warrior behind me looked at me with such bewilderment.

Damn, how embarrassing.

Anyway, I thought it was at least cracked, at most fractured, but when the Physician examined it, he said there was nothing wrong… Just how thick is my skull?

No wonder learning to read and write here wasn’t easy. I guess it’s fortunate that my head is at least sturdy.

…Should I put it to more use then?]

[A certain month, a certain day.

This time I opened the door immediately without hesitation.

Then like lightning, several books came flying and struck my face.

Rather than painful, I was puzzled.

Huh, why isn’t she throwing something hard for once?

Could it be because I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran away yesterday? It did hurt a little, but there was nothing wrong with my nose. Though I did wrap it tightly with bandages.

…Could she have thrown something lighter because she was secretly worried? No way?

I was bewildered but immediately took a few more steps inside. Honestly, compared to what I’d been hit with so far, books were nothing. But when I got a certain distance in, bowls came flying at me like ghosts.

Ah damn, I knew it couldn’t be.

I ran away like a dog again, dodging the bowls.

But thinking about it now, those bowls didn’t all hit me either. Most of them missed me or fell to the ground.

It’s not like the Young Miss couldn’t hit me if she wanted to…

…Could she have deliberately thrown them to miss me?

What, what, is she really worried about me? Are you sorry to me, Young Miss?

Even though I thought it couldn’t be, I couldn’t help but smile. It was even more so because I discovered an unexpected side of the Young Miss.

Maybe… the Young Miss doesn’t actually dislike me that much?

But it could all be my imagination. I’d have to experience it a few more times to know for sure, wouldn’t I?

Alright, tomorrow I’ll try going in two steps!]

[A certain month, a certain day.

My prediction was right.

The Young Miss has a secretly tender side.

For example, like this.

The Young Miss hits me with bowls. I scream and make all kinds of commotion while running away. Then the next day, the Young Miss hits me with something weaker. If I seem fine, only then does she pick up hard objects.

So she hits with strong things, then weak things, and when I’m okay she goes back to strong things, then weak things, strong, weak…

What, am I being trained?

But this was strangely addictive.

Especially the more I seemed to suffer, the more subdued the Young Miss’s momentum became the next day. So sometimes I even exaggerated and acted like it hurt more.

Is this what it feels like to tame a wild animal?

Like taming an animal that growls whenever it sees me. The feeling of watching it cautiously approach when I pretend to be hurt…

Cute.

Tomorrow I should roll around on the ground and really ham it up!]

[A certain month, a certain day.

I learned one more new fact about the Young Miss.

Our Young Miss is secretly quite perceptive.

She finally caught on that I was exaggerating…

Yeah, honestly I was being complacent. Rolling around on the ground for 10 whole minutes making a fuss after getting hit by just one brush was a bit much.

But isn’t changing immediately a bit harsh?

Now the Young Miss throws hard things first regardless of whether I’m hurt or not. If I seem to dodge well, she doesn’t go easy on me, and if I seem to hesitate a bit, she goes a little easy.

Seriously, am I some kind of fisherman? Throwing out bait and watching to see if anything bites? Does she think I’m a fish in her pond?!

That’s right, a fish in her pond.

Tomorrow I’ll go get caught by Young Miss again♡]

[Some month, some day.

Today something a little special happened.

Actually, my mood hasn’t been very good lately. Mother collapsed again, coughing up blood.

Mother couldn’t open her eyes for several days before finally regaining consciousness. She smiled faintly when she saw me, but her face was so pale it frightened me.

What if something really terrible happens at this rate? What if I become alone again…

So for a few days I couldn’t properly focus on Young Miss. I couldn’t muster the energy to open the door, just waited briefly in front and then left.

Then finally yesterday, it all burst out.

I don’t even know why I did it. Maybe it was because all the bruises on my body were throbbing that day, or because I was frustrated with the reality of being unable to do anything. I felt so pathetic…

In the end, I cried in front of the door.

And that wasn’t enough – I poured out all the complaints and grievances I’d been holding in.

How the places I’d been hit still hurt so much, how I didn’t want to get beaten anymore, how I was sad that Young Miss never answered me even once, and so on.

Thinking about it now, how absurd must Young Miss have found it? Coming alone to cause a ruckus one moment, then suddenly becoming dejected and crying the next…

But apparently that made quite an impression on Young Miss.

The next day, when I came to my senses and opened the door, resolved to apologize for yesterday, surprisingly nothing came flying at me!

One step, two steps inside – it was the same.

That was my chance to look around inside. But I was so shocked I couldn’t see anything.

All I could see was the bed with layers of curtains around it. As if possessed, I approached the bed like a zombie, and when I was about halfway there, something fluffy came flying and bumped into me with a soft thud.

It was a pillow. Then I heard a small voice following after.

“Go… Go!”

Heart flutter.

I really did have a heart flutter moment.

I was so shocked I couldn’t move for about 3 seconds, then like a madman I shouted “Young Miss!” and ran toward her.

Of course I didn’t get to see Young Miss. I immediately got hit by objects and had to run away screaming in pain.

Normally I would have cursed internally in every way possible… but that day I just kept giggling. Thinking of that soft pillow made my heart feel ticklish.

Young Miss, you don’t really hate me that much, do you?

Anyway, since that day I keep having this strange urge to go to So-nang Garden.

All Young Miss and I do is chase and be chased, hit and get hit. But now I’m starting to like even getting hit. When I get hurt, Young Miss feels sorry and hits me with small, soft things.

If this continues, Young Miss will naturally let me stay by her side, right? Just thinking about that day makes me so excited I can’t sleep.

Haven’t I developed some weird hobby?

But… if it’s Young Miss, it might be okay♥]

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