“Tam, no, Blacka!!”

My savior, no, my sin, was Tam. ‘I forgot something important, and it was you!’

After going out for the first time since the contract, he wasn’t taken with me but was left alone to sleep. Unfortunately, we happened to part ways.

Perhaps feeling sorry for being left alone, Tam greedily buried his head in my arms, making weird whimpering sounds.

“Miyo-ok. Kkyuyu!”

“Yeah, yeah. I missed you too.”

Actually, I had completely forgotten, but let’s keep that as my own secret. Anyway, avoiding the awkward Yancy, I turned my attention to Tam.

“Lily. Since fur can get into the food, put the fox down[Dash].”

“I’ll eat later.”

Pretending to be absorbed in Tam on purpose, I gave a dry response, and a puzzled laughter was heard.

“Do you have to eat later?”

“Yes.”

Fortunately, Yancy withdrew his plan to force-feed me. While he resumed his meal, the attached Tam clung to me and whispered sadly in my ear.

‘When did I say you weren’t the owner?’

‘Just bear with it a little…’

But I couldn’t be sure how long ‘a little’ would be.

After collapsing, tremendous overprotection began.

When I tried to open the window because I was getting frustrated lying down all the time.

“No! Do you know how scary the winter wind is?”

“Umm…?”

“Come on, get under the blanket. Hurry!”

“Umm.”

The chilling wind that had been so welcoming pushed me off the bed like a plague.

Worried about being unable to contact Lyan and Isis, I tried to go to the annex to get a communication magic tool.

“They said to stay at the main mansion for a while!”

“No, I mean, I just need to get something[Dash].”

“Miss…!”

Failed due to the pleading servants who would die if they didn’t follow Duke Ferdia’s orders.

Was this what a windowless prison was like?

The next day, and the day after that, it was the same. Whenever I tried to do something outside the bed, the servants rushed in anxiously and made me give up.

When I sat at the desk to write a letter or draw since there was no communication magic tool.

“Isn’t the pen too heavy for you?”

“Is that so…?”

“Let us know if you need a quill.”

“No. I just need to have some tea.”

“Oh my, Miss! If you want that, you should call us.”

Unable to believe that they were asking me to call them for a cup of tea, I finally gave up both hands and feet. Frustrated and unable to do anything, I rolled on the bed.

“Kkyuyu.”

Due to the clinging servants, Tam had no choice but to cosplay as a black fox.

Helplessly crushed by the enthusiastic servants, who were even more suffocating than drinking a cup of tea, I finally raised both hands and feet. With my will to do something shattered, I wriggled on the bed.

“Kkyuyu.”

Because of the servants sticking to us like glue, Tam had no choice but to cosplay as a black fox.

I secretly signaled to Masa, who was being oppressed by the main mansion’s servants and couldn’t raise her head.

“Masa. Can you bring the communication magic tool from my room?”

“Both of them?”

“No. Just the regular one.”
The existence of the special communication magic tool was known only to Masa and me, as well as the very few who knew that I am Lily Arsel. To avoid suspicion, I asked her to bring a regular magic tool since revealing the special one might raise doubts. Unlike me, who had become a ghost in bed, the free-spirited Masa quickly brought a regular magic tool. Seizing the opportunity when the attention of the servants was elsewhere, I tried to connect with Lyan at that moment.

“Miss! Miss Lily!”

Carlot burst into the bedroom, followed by Yancy. “You almost died because of me. Damn it!” Carlot, sitting on his knees next to my bed, sobbed and pounded the bed. The feeble bed creaked under Carlot’s fists.

“Carlot, the bed is screaming.”

“Ah, s-sorry.”

Whether he ran over as soon as he woke up or not, the crow’s nest was still on Carlot’s head.

His tear-soaked face was a spectacle, completely covered in tears, unsure of what he was thinking.

“Don’t cry.”

“But you tried to save me… with that poison from a horse… sniff…”

“It’s not really because of you.”

“Even if you say that so coldly, I know, Miss Lily… sniff, sob…”

“Sigh…”

I sighed, holding my forehead. My head hurt. It was annoying before, but now it became even more troublesome.

‘I didn’t expect you to cry like this.’

Crying on the day of the made-up funeral. It was hard to tell whether he was taking care of his younger sister or raising a child.

I handed Carlot the towel I used to dry my hair, which I had hung on the bedhead earlier.

“Wipe your face. It’s a mess now.”

“Thank you… sniff.”

Nevertheless, Carlot continued to snivel, bothering me. Yancy, who was watching the situation behind Carlot, spoke somewhat firmly.

“Carlot, that’s enough. Lily is uncomfortable, isn’t she?”

Then Carlot, without turning around, replied bluntly.

“Hyung, mind your own business. This is a conversation between Miss Lily and me.”

“…”