Reincarnated as the Villainess's attendant

After the lesson ended, the heroine tried to talk with Zoemi, but after he shrugged her off with only a few words she has left the classroom for almost the entirety of the break, and when she returned she was all clean.

Since she had the second prince Surou wrapped around her little finger it would be weirder if she would choose to walk around in the messy get-up for the rest of the day instead of going to him for help.

The rest of the lessons passed without any problems occurring but still, Zoemi was worrying about the night-date of his master.

All while the blond heroine was racking her brain whether the accident from the morning was a scripted event or not and if it was then did she mess it up because of Zoemi's weak response to her misfortune - or was that getting probably the most unlucky streak of accidents that year was a random slap from the lady luck.

After all, her luck had to run out sooner rather than later as she must have spent at least a lifetime worth of it to be reincarnated into the world of a game she knew by heart...

...except for the DLC that she died the day before it got released, and messed everything up for her...

Just in case, she tried to keep herself in the general vicinity of the burn-scar boy - maybe he would suddenly send her some sign of affection or show her compassion over what happened if she kept looking as pitiful as she could...?

And so Burushiitto tried it out, but nope – no reaction.

Zoemi's scary face didn't even budge when he looked at her with indifference.

|Maybe it's a setup for tomorrow...?|

The heroine wondered trying to look at the bright side even though she could feel the danger looming over her because of the possible event she had no idea how to deal with...

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A few hours later when the sun was setting, Zoemi was in his master's room helping her prepare for the date.

"Turn around."

"At once."

Demanded Miriette and Zoemi faced the door, showing her his back.

"D-don't peek...!"

Miriette blushed and Zoemi obediently closed his eyes.

|...Oh, come on...! You could at least show SOME interest...!|

Seeing her attendant obey her without a moment of hesitation made the dark-haired girl sulk a bit. She took off her bathrobe and stood naked in the middle of her room – carefully observing the black-haired boy, waiting for even the slightest movement caused by the rustling of her bathrobe falling on the floor...

...but there was absolutely no reaction, just as if the scarred attendant became one with the wall...

|He won't even flinch...? He doesn't care about his master's body...? But I'm a girl first and his master later! Is he really not interested at all...?|

Miriette was having a little crisis on her side, with the boy she liked showing a complete lack of interest towards her in this kind of situation.

|It's because my chest is too small for his liking?! Is that it?! He must like those big breasts like those of that commoner wench! Mother, why our magic skills are extremely strong but our chests are so pitifully modest...?!|

Miriette sighed and mourned, looking down at her slender body.

Then, she stood on her toes and started bouncing up and down a little bit.

|They are small but they are there! See?! They jiggle when I do that!|

Even though she was only saying that in her head, Miriette looked at the person to who her words were directed too.

"..."

But, as expected, there was no reaction...

|...enough of this... I'll just dress up already...|

Miriette's head hung down in defeat and she took the green one-piece dress from the bed.

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Meanwhile...

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|She is my master - she trusts me, I can't do anything that would betray that trust! She is my master - she trusts me, I can't do anything that would betray that trust! She is my master - she trusts me, I can't do anything that would betray that trust! SHE IS MY MASTER...|

While turned away from his master, Zoemi was chanting this mantra trying to reach enlightenment or at least enter the state of deep meditation.

But it was all in vain when the sound of the bathrobe hitting the floor reached the boy's ears, he could feel his resolve cracking extremely fast in real-time.

|Burry those feelings. Miriette deserves someone better...! DAMN IT! Why she can't see me as a love interest?!|

The chink in his armor that appeared the day before go mercilessly attacked by puberty.

Zoemi being so motionless and seemingly calm wasn't because he had o interest in Miriette – it was actually the opposite.

The black-haired boy couldn't flinch because every muscle fiber in his body was already as hard as tempered steel and no further movement was possible.

The scarred boy would show some visible movement only if he relaxed - which wasn't on the menu for as long as the girl was parading naked behind him.

Each second extended into eternity, at one point Zoemi started wondering if the god-like presence that he met after death didn't show up and stretched out his particular fragment of eternity just to watch him suffer.

Before he even realized it, he reached deep inside himself to where the shadows roamed and his body got enveloped in a deep shadow as if he stood under a large tree blocking the source of light.

In any other case the boy would be ecstatic, but with the sudden increase of power came the unfortunate – for his current situation only – discovery...

Zoemi's senses became so heightened that he could tell what was happening behind him just by hearing the sound of Miriette's body, the subtle vibration of the floor underneath her feet, and even the soft smell of the soap she used in the bath...

Without even knowing it, the dark-haired boy crossed his hands and dug his fingers into his forearm in an attempt to stop himself from just turning around and pouncing at the girl.

|Th-this sound...! What is she...? Could she be jumping? Huh?! Why?! Seriously, I am right here, please don't test me like that!|

He wondered for a moment and then he imagined what was happening and forgot that he should be breathing.

|Wait... Jumping...? If she's jumping then her...!|

Now, this was proper torture.

The urge to turn around was just too much.

He wanted to peek!

No.. he must peek!

What!?

No! He mustn't - that's his master over there!

|She's my master first, and a girl later!|

Zoemi tried to calm himself, he took a few deep breaths...

*Sniff...*

*Sniff* *sniff...*

|Oh my god, why does she has to smell so good...?!|

The attendant almost coughed up blood.

Just one glance!

One glance wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?

|Argh...! If I'll use shadow connect then I can see through the shadow...! I don't even need to turn around or open my eyes...!|

A sudden idea came up to his mind.

|No! I can't do that! She trusts me! That's why she just told me to turn around and not to leave the room! I can't betray her trust now...!|

He felt like punching himself for being so weak-willed.

He wasn't a pervert like those other darkness magicians he heard about – he would never stoop so low...!

...or would he...?

|...SCREW THIS! I AM A MAN AFTER ALL...!|

"You can turn back around."

Zoemi broke – but he was fighting with himself for too long and turned around only to see fully clothed Miriette, who even called for him...

|FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!|