I Have No Health

I’ve been habitually using formal language ever since I first possessed this body.

It was something the original Nineina would never do, so there was a fuss as several maids and even her servant asked which part of her head she hit.

‘Your master is about to die soon!’ I had to act like a rude and arrogant Nineina, I was so engrossed in crying that everyone thought I would actually die.

When Nineina slapped the hands of others away, her face turned red, while everyone else’s eyes glistened and stared at her more.

I was quick to notice and to guess why.

That would have been the only indication that Nineina was conscious.

Being angry and annoyed was all she could do.

Because only that attitude made Nineina, who was normally stretched out like a dead person, convince everyone she was still alive.

“Sigh…”

Whenever I ate a spoonful of soup, I felt nervous from the eyes of people staring at me with melted faces.

That’s why I felt sorry for Nineina.

There were so many people who loved her, but she must not have had time to think because death was closer.

‘I am different. I won’t give up like you.’

I had to focus on eating.

I pulled the bed curtains down.

(TL/N: We just found out she eats in bed. So the table mentioned in previous chapters probably meant a portable one.)

“Master! Master even lowered the curtains!”

I did my best to ignore the voices that followed.

Only then did meal time become quiet and cozy.

After a delicious full meal, I had to take care of my next importance, cleanliness.

“Ho-ho.”

Unfamiliar women wriggled Nineina’s body everywhere whilst arguing, This is pretty or No, this is prettier.

I almost threw my face into the water out of embarrassment.

‘If I did, I’d be dead!’

This sensitive body might even pass out if I didn’t breathe for a moment.

“Master, how do you have such a fine belly button? It resembles a white jade.”

“How about her hair? It’s as if gold threads were dried in the sun to obtain an ashy color.”

“Still, I think Master’s petite fingers are the cutest. Such smooth skin.”

‘Belly button, hair, petite fingers…’

As I listened to the chatter of the maids that started again, my face was burning.

Not because I enjoyed it. I was embarrassed to death.

I couldn’t understand why they complimented such strange things.

“…When will we finish?”

The maids’ cheeks turned red as I tried to gently lift their arms.

“We’re almost done. All that’s left is to wash it off.”

“….That’s the same thing you said a while ago, too.”

“Oh my, my. It’s true. We’re really done.”

This reminded me of the time I bathed a cat which had a hatred for showers. I spoke like the maids. I was like, ‘Done!’ 

In other words, it was a lie.

Eventually, after a while, I was able to get out of the bathroom.

“Master, please walk carefully.”

I stepped towards the bed with a maid escorting me.

After taking a bath in hot water, I felt dizzy, so I had to walk with the help of another.

It’d be a big deal if I fell down.

Nineina was someone that couldn’t bathe in cold water either.

Since she’ll catch a cold right away.

‘I’m going to die of discomfort.’

Relying on the maid and staggering, the bed that was only a few steps away seemed terribly far away.

I was angry that I had entered a body as puny as a broom, so I muttered unconsciously.

“What a useless body.”

“Huh….”

“Heuh… ”

“…..”

I turned around as I heard a cry somewhere.

Everyone had tears in their eyes, looking like they were going to die.

“…….However.. My body has become much more useful now.”

I flinched at the burst of tears and made an awkward excuse. The maids’ faces were now filled with joy.

“Yes. My Master is able to eat meals alone.”

“You exercise too.”

“You can even lie down on your own!”

The cons definitely conquered the pros. I doubt that they said that on purpose though.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘If barely eating a bowl of soup and spilling it a dozen times counts as eating a meal, then it shall. If barely walking around the bed counts as exercise, then it shall too. Lastly, if just changing your posture slightly by relying on their hand that lays me down counts, then… I guess so… All right. Let’s think on the positive side.’

I tried to rationalize.

‘The more I think about it, the more miserable I am!’

The result was a failure.

“Ugh!”

My damp hair felt like a piece of soggy bread when I touched it.

“Master’s hair is the most precious color in the world. It’s like gold and silver melted together.”

“It’s just white…..”

Either way, the maids smiled and carefully combed their Master’s precious hair.

I just stared blankly, my mind barely in it, until.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

The servant, who received permission, hurriedly came in and shouted.