Chapter 47
Several days had passed since then.
I was currently flustered in front of a waterproof sheet. It was something I had ordered the very day I thought about inviting Celesto to my townhouse.
Celesto had an immense aversion to any third party handling anything stained with our bodily fluids.
Of course, Celesto never said it out loud… but that bastard swallowing his words unnecessarily wasn’t anything new. I could just tell.
So I had prepared two things to invite him to my townhouse.
One was making sure all the servants, including the butler, would be away at the same time. And the other was this waterproof sheet.
Of course, it was so soft for something meant to be ‘waterproof’ that I wasn’t sure it would do its job… but if things went wrong, I could just use it like the towels in my lab.
‘But I never expected a problem at this point!’
I gave up on struggling to move the sheet and flopped down onto the bed.
Doing manual labor myself after so long was exhausting.
As the world evaluates, it is true that Roarna Balseren was expelled from the Balseren Earldom. But I haven’t lived as miserably as people imagine.
Isn’t that obvious? Who would openly mistreat a taboo scholar who might make them ‘unhappy’?
Especially since everyone saw how the son of the Balseren family, who had gotten her to sign the renunciation of inheritance in place of the count, lost his lush hair and went bald overnight.
‘Of course, that wasn’t a curse but making him fall ill… but the result is the same.’
I rubbed my cheek against the rustling sheet.
The major I had fought for even at the cost of estrangement from my family suited me quite well. I had decent research output and had never been short of money since my academy days.
Though I couldn’t say I had no help along the way.
I sighed and raised my body. Even if I couldn’t lay the waterproof sheet completely, I planned to at least make it so I could lie on top of it.
Then I heard a knock from downstairs—a proper, honest knock.
“Ah, really… no help at all.”
I cursed as I got up.
I could tell who that dull, rhythmic knock belonged to without even looking. Apparently, the upright Holy Knight bastard had arrived ten minutes early for our appointment.
Hurriedly coming down to the first floor, instead of opening the front door, I paused briefly in front of the mirror.
I know this isn’t the kind of relationship for such things with Celesto. Honestly, I think having washed my face already shows sufficient courtesy.
But… how should I put it… once you’ve invited a man to your home, it seems only proper to have your appearance somewhat in order.
‘Like how Celesto specifically sends a letter when he invites me to a villa.’
After lightly tidying my clothes, I headed back to the front door.
I realized yesterday, but this was actually the first time I had formally invited Celesto to my home.
The first time we met at the townhouse, he had just shown up unannounced.
Upon realizing that, I started becoming conscious of all sorts of things.
What we had done until now was an act accompanied by a bit of… obsessive tendencies. But what I was going to teach him today was clearly an act that appears even in etiquette textbooks for young noble ladies.
‘It’s just a warm-up to loosen the body, but still. Anyway.’
A man and a woman alone in an empty house, doing that sort of thing.
Thinking that, I at least wanted to pay attention to my clothes and hair.
That was also why I was wearing loungewear with quite a bit of decorative detail, instead of the comfortable clothes I usually wear.
Or maybe, because I was thinking about wanting to put Celesto’s thing inside me, my female instincts or something awakened.
I deliberately entertained playful thoughts to clear my head. It was better than thinking that my body was starting to recognize Celesto as a man, and my mind was following suit.
Bang.
With a sound utterly devoid of caution, the front door swung open.
“…”
As if the interminable knocking had never happened, Celesto stood frozen, staring at me.
“What’s wrong, why are you just standing there? Get in quickly before the cold air does. I don’t have anyone to light a fire for me today, you know.”
I urged Celesto and closed the front door. With a dull thud, the house fell into complete silence.
Only then, as if realizing something, Celesto looked at me.
“…Why is no one here?”
“What do you mean? There’s never anyone here but me.”
“No, the servants.”
I looked at Celesto with a slightly fed-up expression.
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