Before I could finish my sentence, Sicar immediately shoved bread into my mouth, and I couldn’t say anything more.

This is a skill Kian uses when Vika tries to shut his mouth.

Seeing him shut my mouth, I wonder if he’s now misinterpreting my expressions of gratitude as ‘liking him,’ or maybe now he gets excited when I thank him?

“Urgh! Like this… if you put bread in at once, it makes me choke…!”

Upon doing that, Sicar patted my back without saying a word and handed me the milk. After drinking the milk he gave me, I unintentionally said it again.

“Thank you.”
Then Sicar’s ears turned red again. It’s really an unaccustomed sight.

So I wanted to confirm a bit more.

Like this.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you….”

“Stop it.”

“I’m just thankful. Thank you. Thank you….”

Sicar’s earlobes turned red, and I was just teasing him a little, but Sicar immediately approached me as if I should press my back against the wall.

“If you’re that thankful, why don’t you share a bed with me?”

My playful teasing came to an end with this.

While sipping milk tea after finishing the meal, Sicar left the tableware and came back to say:

“I’ll take you to the workshop, so get up now.”

“You came back to take me again?”

“What do you think the obvious answer to that question is?”

“You came back after leaving the tableware, and you still want to take me. It seems like you like me too much.”

Sicar opened his mouth slightly in a dumbfounded expression at my playful words.

He probably didn’t expect to receive back what he did to me. It’s surprising when it happens to you.

Sicar sighed lightly and, clenching his fist, said:

“I have to take you to make it look affectionate when others see. I don’t want to tarnish my reputation as the romantic Sicar.”

Now he thinks being romantic is part of his reputation.

I know it’s just an excuse, you rascal.

“But, no one here knows that Blake is a person.”

“What are you talking about? The priests we met yesterday know.”

“I think you’ve met quite a few people, but they are not many.”

“Do you think some of them are not even human?”

“No, there aren’t many, so the probability of a collision is extremely, very, extremely small.”

“Originally, all risks arise when you ignore extremely, very, extremely small probabilities.”

It’s unfair, but I had to admit that I was one step below in this verbal battle.

Anyway, Sicar took me to the workshop with that excuse until the end.

“There’s no servant, so it might be uncomfortable, but wait a bit. I’ll be back as soon as the worship service is over.”

As Sicar was about to leave, he opened the door again and took out a small pouch from his bosom, handing it to me.

“If you get hungry or need anything during that time, give this to a passing priest and ask for anything. There won’t be anyone who turns down your request for jewels.”

“Gems?”

“I’m in a hurry, so I have to go. I promise to come back soon.”

Sicar’s appearance was unnecessarily dignified, as if he were going to the battlefield.

Even though it’s a way to and from the worship service, he behaves as if he were an intrepid person going on a long journey.

‘He’s probably worried because there’s no servant, and I can’t go to the dining hall due to the square-phobia.’

Looking at the pouch Sicar gave me, there were quite a few gems. I couldn’t distinguish what these gems were, as I’m not familiar with gems, but it seemed like my concerns had been taken into consideration.

‘He’s worried even if I leave for a short while alone.’
Such actions were what Sicar used to do when leaving the mansion empty, leaving Grandma alone.

When Sicar had to leave the mansion empty for a long time, he would always worry about Grandma. So, before leaving the house, he would deploy soldiers to the mansion and delegate everything to Andrea.

Sicar’s current actions towards me were very similar to the way he used to worry before leaving Grandma alone.

Thinking about it, my heart pounded again. It must be surprising because he’s treating me so well.

I shouldn’t be swayed by something like this when I’ve been threatened. This is like Stockholm Syndrome.

Of course, being taken care of isn’t a bad thing.

“Well, maybe I should start sewing or something.”

Alone in the workshop, I took out the fabric and began cutting clothes.

And once again, I could feel how wise Grandma really was.

As Grandma said, I was more suited for cutting than sewing. Even though I couldn’t sew, I was good at cutting. I guess it was thanks to doing a lot of cutting while making various things at the daycare center.

After a long time of cutting with scissors, it felt like my stress was relieved, and the mood wasn’t too bad. However, it was tiring, and being alone in the quiet room made drowsiness creep in.

Even though I tried to resist falling asleep, I unknowingly dozed off a bit.

While in a doze, I felt like someone was holding my hand again.

“Sicar. Are you holding my hand again to peek into my dreams?”

He should have just done that last night. He always grabs my hand whenever there’s a chance.

To say a word to Sicar, I got up abruptly and said:

“You, even though I like you so much, always grab my hand at any chance… Huh, Grandma. When did you come…? Ahaha… I talked in my sleep too much, didn’t I… Ahaha… I’m sorry, Grandma….”

That’s right. When I raised my head, opened my eyes wide, and tried to come to my senses, I realized that the person holding my hand was Grandma, not Sicar.