| Author: Lil Blade | Original Source: SFACG | Word Count: 1261 characters |
| Translator: imperfectluck | English Source: Re:Library | Word Count: 725 words |
| Editor(s): Deximus_Maximus | ||
Mirabelle entered the shower room from the adjacent changing room. -She uneasily clasped her hands in front of her chest while walking towards and focusing on Heather who was soaking in the water in the distance. Only when she came up to Heather did she dare to glance at Heather’s slender legs.
To be honest, she was really afraid of facing the current Heather. More accurately speaking, she didn’t know how to face Heather right now. This was both about her current condition, as well as about Heather’s words from earlier.
“Mira, come over here…”
“Okay… I understand…”
Mirabelle felt afraid inside, but she still went over since Heather asked her to.
“Master, did you need anything?”
“Wash my back for me…”
“Yes…”
Mirabelle could only do as Heather wished as she slowly walked over to Heather’s back. She suddenly felt rather embarrassed when she saw Heather’s back which was wet from the hot water, dainty, and a clean white. Mirabelle’s body naturally became wet as well once she entered the hot water.
Mirabelle’s hands trembled as she began to scrub Heather’s smooth back as the latter had commanded.
“Mira, I’m the one who wronged you. No matter what I say, you won’t forgive me, and that’s my fault. However, you’re also in the wrong. 1You wanted to escape from my side, so that’s you being in the wrong.”
“…”
Mirabelle silently washed Heather’s back as she kept thinking, ‘-What exactly is going on with Master? Not only am I normally forbidden to talk about escaping, even thinking about it has been banned by Heather. Could it be that Heather has noticed what I’ve done?’
“That’s right, I have the ability to know everything that you do, Mira…”
‘-This is bad, she just read my mind.’
Heather read Mirabelle’s mind as the latter kept scrubbing Heather’s smooth back.
“I’ve already thought things through now. Rather than having you secretly plot an escape behind my back, I might as well tell you clearly, I hate rats who scurry around in secret the most…”
“Master, what… what are you saying? I… I’ve never thought about trying to escape. I really like Master, and I’ve sworn to stay together with Master forever. How could I possibly escape from Master’s side?”
Even now, Mirabelle kept saying her useless lies.
“Did you think that I would believe that just because you said it?”
Heather stood up from the hot water, causing her blonde long hair to slide down. Mirabelle sensed nothing but an incomparably powerful killing intent from her. Heather also instantly unlocked the collar around Mirabelle’s neck and tossed it aside on the ground.
‘-T, this is bad!?’
Just as Mirabelle wanted to escape, Heather instantly grabbed Mirabelle by the neck with one hand and used her monstrous strength to choke Mirabelle.
Mirabelle immediately started to have difficulty breathing.
“Cough cough cough…”
Heather glared at Mirabelle with her eyes which were filled with killing intent. Mirabelle had never seen Heather with such an expression before. This unfamiliar expression that was filled with killing intent…
No-
More accurately speaking, Mirabelle had seen this expression before, back when they met for the first time and exchanged glances with each other. Heather had been looking all around her with her gaze that was filled with killing intent and vigilance.
Perhaps it should be said that Heather was now revealing her true nature. The previous expressions Heather used with her, being so gentle towards her, and the weak and soft words under that vulnerable guise, all of that was nothing more than lies meant to conceal Heather’s cold-blooded killing intent.
This also included the words that Heather had said to her two days ago.
‘-Why did I believe her? Am I an idiot?’
It was too late by the time that Mirabelle noticed this. -Heather was now choking her neck. Hot water got all over her. The pressure on her neck kept increasing as Heather choked her. Mirabelle instantly began to suffocate. Her vision went hazy as she was forced to look at Heather’s unfamiliar and distant expression.
Mirabelle kept using her hand to try and get the hand around her neck off of her.
‘-Let me go, you b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲ vampire.’
