As the Villainess' Final Crony, I'll Follow Her to the End!

Before I could get distracted by the pain of the fingers digging into my shoulder to force him to turn around, I was horrified by Master Austin's pallor, and then I wanted to click my tongue at my own gibberish for saying "good day" so quickly.

It's a good thing that you're in a good mood.

The purple-spattered eyes in the sapphire that gaze at me in silence, as if clinging to me. When I touch the back of a bony hand on my shoulder, there is a coldness that is a sign of a fever. I could see my larynx moving with repeated swallowing, as if it were holding back something agonizingly rushing up.

I almost shouted at Master Barkhorn for letting Master Austin out in this state. But rather than reprimanding Master Barkhorn, I have to do what I have to do now - "I'm not going to take care of Master Austin.

"I'll take care of Master Austin, and Master Barkhorn can go after those two.

Are you sure you don't want me to fit in?

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that. I'm not going to let anyone who is likely to trouble Lady Sophia's mind get away with it. Quickly, before you lose them.

I'm sorry, take care of the rest," he said sternly, and ran in the direction where they disappeared. As soon as the back was out of sight, Master Austin clutched his mouth and coughed. He must have been about to vomit.

But even though it's out of the marketplace, he's still concerned about being in the public eye. That's natural, but not the norm. Because he is the next head of the Redmayne family.

He has to live his life without showing weaknesses to those around him. I've been educated and lived my life in accordance with that.

--But

It's all right, Mr. Austen. Now you are just a commoner. No one from the county should be in a place like this. Neither am I. No one would expect a viscountess to look like this.　

When I patted the back of my cold hand with the implicit suggestion, "Let's throw up and feel better," the sight of Master Austin, coughing, still loosely shaking his head and somehow managing to hold back the vomit was flirtatious.

But that's not good enough. The nausea doesn't stop until you vomit. That's how the human body is made.

Yes, Mr. Austin at ......, this bench is too big for one person to sit on. Would you like to come over here and sit on it, if you'd like?

...... I suppose it's actually a bench for three, but I dare not mention it. I'm going to have to meditate on the fact that my hips are too big and I'm going to be filled with Mr. Austin's all over the place upper body.

I nodded in agreement with this suggestion and sat down with a thud as Master Austin came around next to me with a wobbly step. But the vibrations made something even more sour, and he leaned forward, holding his mouth.

I stand in front of him, hiding Master Austin from the eyes of the others, and spread my skirt in front of him as he turns over, thanking God that today's burglar costume had an apron on it.

I smiled at the whirligig of Master Austin, who knew what I was going to say and still shook his head weakly, even though I wasn't in that situation.

It's okay, it's okay, Master Austin. No one is looking at us. Besides, it will be easier once you throw up. I'll get you a new one to give back to my cook's wife, who lent me this dress, at a later date. So it's okay.

He said this to a whining child, and while lifting the apron like a bowl with one hand, rubbed her back with the other hand. I put my face close to Master Austin's ear as he rubbed and shook his head, and whispered, "It's okay," for a few dozen seconds.

As I rubbed his back as if to soothe him while catching his vomit on the apron, his hands reached out and grabbed my plump arms as he coughed bitterly as he vomited.

I'm not sure I'd cling to a maiden's two arms, but I remind myself that now is not the time to worry about it. As I swallowed down the pungent, sour smell that poked at my nose and almost made me cringe, I realized that there wasn't much solid food in what I'd spit out.

Oh, you haven't had anything to eat, again. I always say that, don't I?　If you don't eat, you'll have a hard time throwing up. Our head chef will be back soon, so ask him to come back to my house for a carriage. Then ask the Redmayne residence for a carriage to pick you up.

"If you ask them to come and pick you up - let's just say goodbye, shall we?" And. I know I should say so.

"Let's just rest in the guest room of our house until the Redmayne family comes for us.

Although I was deeply disgusted with myself for speaking cunningly in front of a weak person. I'm sorry," he muttered softly as if sighing as he held my two arms, and then he breathed heavily on his shoulder.

I quickly took off my apron and wrapped the vomit around it to make it easier to carry it home, and placed it by the foot of the bench before untying Austin's hand and touching the back of it to untie it, so that he wouldn't vomit anymore.

But when he noticed, he put more pressure on the fingers gripping his arms. Why am I subjected to the humiliating punishment of having my flaccid arms muzzled by a broken heart ....... And it hurts like a sore thumb?

But I couldn't shake it off, and with my hands free, I wondered what I was going to do.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. The bad spirit that was tormenting Master Austin has now gone away. So, when you return to the house, let's have a cup of hot tea with plenty of honey in a warm room. Then we'll have a little chat and wait for the Redmayne family to pick you up.

As I said this, I stroked the sunken blonde hair, somewhat restlessly lost in the hustle and bustle of the moment, because it might be the last time I would be able to do so. As I held his head in front of him, Master Austin's shoulders twitched for a moment, but then he slowly relaxed from his fingertips that were holding his arms.

Instead, he put his arm behind my waist and pulled me toward him. This eliminated the slight gap that had opened up between us and caused Master Austin's forehead to press against my pigeon tail.

I resent the thick flesh of my body, even on my pigeon tail, but Master Austin said, "Can I stay like this for a minute? He liked it to the extent that he said, "I don't think it has the power to heal people, but if it can make them forget about their nausea, it should. I don't think it has the power to heal people, but if it can make you forget about nausea, even just a little bit, you should have it done.

Without giving it much thought, I replied, "Go ahead, you can do that until you feel better," to which he squeezed my forehead even harder. Although it's humiliating, I'll be patient with you for now.

In the past two weeks, my brother, who is getting closer to me, gave me the cruel compliment of an innocent child, saying, "It feels so good to have my sister squeezing me, it's like hugging a fluffy pillow.

Since she must be experiencing that kind of sensation, it would be unfair if she didn't enjoy the soft blonde's touch for it. I've been thinking about this, and I suddenly felt like it, so I didn't hesitate to comb my hair with my thick fingers. It's terribly comical to think that my body, which is round to the tips of my fingers, is holding such a beautiful Lady Austin.

I couldn't help but feel jealous when I said, "It's nice to be a man with smooth blonde hair ......" and he laughed at me and said, "Ha, what's that? I'm sure you're not the only one with blonde hair in your family.

You say so, but our family has only had dark brown and red hair for generations. I envy you, Lady Sophia and Lady Austen.

"Something like that?　From my point of view, I think your red hair is beautiful too.

"Mine is more like a redhead, or a dumb orange like a carrot, right?　My brother is a beautiful auburn color, but ...... they are the same sister and brother, and she's the only sly one.

As if he was more than half-serious about my sighing, he put his arms around me and hugged me, and said, "But because of that, you'll be able to find me wherever you are.

I felt better about this witty lie and said, "Oh, that's convenient for you to find me when you're not feeling well, isn't it? Before he could respond to my words, he said from behind me, "What the hell are you doing to my daughter, my daughter? And then a subtle, calm Jeffries voice called out to me.

Red in the face, "It's a shame! In the carriage I was called to, quieting an angry Jeffries, Master Austin held my hand for the entire ride back to the mansion and refused to let go.