The Sub-Heroine’s Butler Is a Vicious Bastard

22. luck

A lot has changed since I started laying my blood on Arlot.

First of all, the frequency and intensity of the pain that sporadically afflicted her.

It started to decrease noticeably.

That fact alone was enough to change the atmosphere of the mansion.

Now that the daughter is out of the fucking pain, the Archduke’s face is red again…

The faces of the servants also became lively in many ways.

Is it because work, including night shifts, has noticeably decreased?

However, none of the changes were as dramatic as Arlott’s.

Although she was still blind and unable to move her legs, she only grew brighter day by day.

‘Today was an outing day’

It’s been a long time since we went out together.

In fact, it was the first time I had gone out in years, as I was sick and unable to go out freely in many ways.

And she’s about to pick me for that historic outing.

It’s nothing special.

I was the only one of the same age that I knew, and going out with my father was harsh for a girl when she was in her prime.

Especially if the father is Erral de Rochni, the master of the North.

The Grand Duke, perhaps because he felt sorry for not being chosen by his daughter, threatened to attach a soldier or an additional attendant, but…

As a result of Arlott inflating his cheeks endlessly, all of them were bitten.

Even so, it was obvious that the Grand Duke’s plainclothes soldiers would be scattered on the streets.

“Schmitz, are you ready?”

“Yes. Parasol, umbrella, perfume, mat… I also brought about 12 daggers for self-defense, just in case.”

“It’s not about preparation like that… It’s about whether you’re ready to hang out with me.”

“Ah yes. of course.”

I lean down and offer her hand, and she stutters, placing her hand on my palm.

She smiled shyly as I lifted her off the bed and put her in a wheelchair.

Going out after a long time doesn’t seem very happy.

The two headed to the Archduke on that road, reported going out, climbed into a carriage, and rode for several minutes before arriving at the outskirts of the city in the north.

“Can I get off here and go, Schmitz?”

“From here? Are you okay?”

“yes. If I take a carriage to the city, I will be noticed… I want to smell the scent of the outskirts.”

She lost her sight, but gained an amazing sense of smell.

It must be said that when one sense is lost, the other sense becomes sensitive.

So, after getting off the carriage, she stretched her back out of the wheelchair and inhaled the scents around her.

As if he smelled something he couldn’t smell, he covered his nose.

“Do you smell anything?”

“Oops, I don’t know. It’s the strangest smell I’ve ever smelled.”

Looking closely, a long line of soldiers was approaching from the other side.

They were northern soldiers with thick heavy armor and fur decorations that were given only to those of high rank.

In the middle of the procession, the corpse of a monster with its stomach slit was being transported.

What she smelled of was probably the scent it gave off as it died.

“It was the corpse of a monster. The army was on the way to evacuate all the dead guys.”

“…monsters smell like this.”

You may not be used to it now, but it was a smell you would have to smell once you entered the academy.

In the original version, by the time we entered the academy, the momentum of the monsters had become explosively strong.

Come to think of it, what does she think about it?

I suddenly became curious about her thoughts on the academy and monsters.

“The academy… I really want to go there. I must have a lot of friends, and my physical condition has improved a lot thanks to Schmitz.”

“Are you afraid or not? Like a monster.”

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. Still, I want to use the power this bottle gave me to the fullest.”

She puts her magical energy on her fingertips, pulls out a puddle on the side of the road, and builds a pillar of ice.

ice girl.

It is a debuff that implements various symptoms of freezing syndrome into the game, and at the same time, it is a passive that makes her the only water and ice attribute magic dealer in the game.

Originally, the attribute of ice does not exist in this world, and this ice attribute can gain an advantage even against the weakness of water, the grass attribute.

It’s like it’s flawless as long as it’s in the middle of the day.

As if she was also aware of her peculiar constitution, she calmly brought up the story of ‘the power given by the disease’.

Today, she looks especially beautiful in a wheelchair.

The look of trying to look at the hope left behind by a terrible disease.

That look was one of the reasons she became my favorite.

“Your lady is very strong.”

“Well?

“Because if it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to even endure the disease.”

“…It’s not a big deal. If I don’t even use the power left by the disease, I’ll really lose the disease.”

“I will protect that kind of lady by my side for the rest of my life.”

After my lines, a long silence follows.

I wondered if the weather was cold, so I headed to the city center, watching her ears turn a little red.

***

“It’s very crowded, this bakery.”

“Because it is the best bakery in the northern city center.”

Arlotte and I headed to a rather crude bakery in the city center.

In fact, it was more like a cafe than a bakery,

The unusual thing was that it was quite large and had a lot of tables like a restaurant.

“What shall I order?”

As I was still feeling the atmosphere, an employee approached me.

Arlott’s gray hair is covered with a veil, and his clothes are all dressed up like commoners.

Fortunately, it seems that even the nearby employees did not notice.

“Which one would you like? I’ll call out the menu one by one, so what you want to eat-”

“I just need a blueberry muffin and coffee.”

“… Then I will ask for the same thing.”

“Yes, I got my order!”

After defeating the employee, one question comes to mind.

‘Obviously in the original story, she hated blueberries.’

Did I mention that the sour taste was not good?

I remember hearing it in the 23rd script of the 3rd favorability event.

Besides, her favorite bread is croissants.

If it’s a normal flow, ordering a croissant would be the right development.

It was a small but important issue.

Screen extras Because I received the imprint of the flame, the information in the original work must have changed.

Considering the butterfly effect, even trivial things could not be ignored.

“Princess, may I ask why you ordered muffins?”

“Why…because it’s delicious?”

Arlott tilted his head as if he thought he was asking something strange.

“Are you not fond of croissants?”

“I love them too, but they’re worse than muffins.”

“But obviously, you’ve hated blueberries since you were a kid.”

“Really, what age are you talking about?”

…How old are you?

Using his sensitive sense of smell, he filters out bell pepper-filled food like a ghost.

It wasn’t a long time ago, it was just a few days ago.

Take a moment to smile bitterly at it.

She thought for a moment, then opened her mouth.

“Because Schmitz and I ate a lot from the old days. I remember? When I was little, every time I ate a muffin, he stared at me.”

“… … ”

I forgot.

This was when Arlott was only about 10 years old.

Since the butler was a simple servant, it was a long way from eating sweet, high-end desserts.

In the meantime, a special blueberry muffin was provided to feed her blueberries, which are said to be good for the body…

[…] Schmitz, do you want to eat too?]

[! Ah, no, seup.]

[Pooh, did you just wipe your saliva?]

[…] It’s not like that.]

After wrestling for a while, the story ended with Arlot forcibly shoving a muffin into my mouth.

Afterwards, Arlott talked to the chef and asked him to serve muffins more often.

Thanks to her, I remember eating muffins often.

… Then, did the taste change simply because he ate too much?

“I still remember. The image of Schmitz eating muffins with puffy cheeks.”

“… What are you talking about? I don’t remember.”

“lie. Schmidt, if you lie, your words tremble slightly.”

“… … ”

“Hehe, it was just a joke, but it must have hit the mark?”

It was Arlot, who laughed mischievously.

She is kind enough to stick food that doesn’t suit my mouth for me.

I was grateful for that, but on the other hand, I was a little worried.

“Here comes the menu you ordered. In addition, there is an event held only at the main store…”

The waitress who was setting the muffins suddenly took out a square wooden box.

The hole in the middle seemed to be a lottery box.

“It’s an event only for couples. Can you two hold it?”

“Ah, I… so…”

She was the one who made fun of me until just now, and then suddenly blushed.

Well, there’s nothing good about being quiet about this, and it was an opportunity to use the dice I got the other day.

“Yes. They’re a couple. Can I pick them out right away?”

“…!”

Leaving behind Arlott, who lowered his head, he naturally activated his skill.

When I got the moon stone dice, it was a skill that permeated me with a silvery effect, ‘Skinny Rockman’.

‘Skinny Rock’ is a skill that multiplies luck by the number of dice rolled.

In my brain, I heard the sound of dice rolling…

The dice rolled in front of me pointed to 6.

It seems that it is invisible to the eyes of others

“Princess, do you have any gifts you would like to receive?”

The state of luck in many ways with skill.

Confident, I asked her right away.

When I called Arlott the type of free gift, Arlott seemed to think for a moment, then gave an answer.

“…anything you pick up…”

She mumbles with her ears bright red.

It seems that they haven’t woken up from the couple concept yet.

‘Because the first prize is a meal ticket at a high-class restaurant in the center of the empire…’

Aiming for that, I put my hand into the lucky box with a spleen heart-

“You’re the third prize winner, this is the bakery’s mascot, a giant teddy bear!”

The waitress handed over a teddy bear the size of Arlott with an excited expression.

…Come to think of it, luck is a hidden number, and there was a lot of variation between characters.

I wondered if this would be the end even if I multiplied my luck by 6.

As Arlott opened the shop, a large teddy bear was cradled in his arms.

“I have no face. I really wanted to win the first prize.”

“Rather good. Wasn’t it quiet in the room at the time?”

Arlott takes care of the teddy bear with his face buried in it.

Her earlobes, visible from the back of her wheelchair, were still red, and a smile spread across her face.

Not knowing if it was because of the doll or something else, I just pushed the wheelchair.

…The luck that day was not so good, but luck may have been slowly approaching the two of them.

After 4 years, there has finally been a significant change in Arlott’s treatment.