Chapter 13
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
Chapter 13
Seeing Blanc have no motivation like this, my throat felt tight.
âBlanc, there are many reasons in this world for you to keep on living.â
ââ¦â¦â
âIâll make one with you, a reason.â
Blanc had one remaining year. Weâd be able to get out of the tower by then.
Now, after leaving this place, Iâve decided to spend the rest of my time travelling the world with Blanc.
And I would be there by his side as he endures the pain of the metamorphosis.
In fact, I even entertained the thought of becoming his contractor, but it was a little scary. I couldnât imagine going through that much pain, enough to die.
There was a conflict within meâthe desire to save Blanc and the desire to live a long life.
Even though Iâve transmigrated in a book, I signed a contract with Albert so that I can live.
âLetâs go on a trip.â
A building owner doesnât have to stay in one place. Wherever I go, money will continue to pour into my account.
Albert wasnât in my future plans, of course.
â¦And this was the biggest error in my plans.
At this time, I didnât expect just how much he would change the moment we went outside.
After a tearful conversation with Blanc, I started making chicken.
First, I brought out the chicken that had already been cut to pieces and washed with water.
After slicing more cuts on the clean chicken, I dipped the meat in a bowl full of milk. It was to remove the odor.
Chicken wasnât a dish that I made a lot.
Rather than get splattered by oil and get the kitchen dirty, the best method was to buy chicken. So Iâve only ever tried making chicken twice before.
But I canât possibly forget how to make chicken, now can I? Itâs fortunate that I could remember the recipe in this world. There are no chicken restaurants here after all.
It took me a whileâabout an hourâto marinate the chicken. I took a nap with Blanc at that time.
Blanc was lying down on the bed I prepared for him, while I leaned against the wall.
Having some sleep where Albert couldnât come was somehow peaceful. I seriously thought about moving my bed here.
After waking up after a nice nap, I started seasoning the chicken, though my face was a bit disheveled.
When I finished seasoning with salt, pepper and minced garlic, there was a necessary waiting time again.
Hereâs the reason why Iâm too lazy to make chicken. Itâs good to eat, but it takes such a long time to make.
Time is gold. So I made up my mind.
Iâll seduce Seo Ina with money when I get out of here.
With so so so much money that it would be hard for her to refuse.
Oh, but Albert would like Seo Inaâs food, too. And⦠Will I be able to beat his wealthâ¦?
I shook my head, agonizing over useless worries. Iâll think about that later. Delicious dinner first.
I decided to have some French fries to munch on while waiting for the chicken. Ah, if I were to be ambitious with it, Iâm not making it properly.
After peeling the potatoes, I cut them up as though they were shredded.
Anyway, I poured a lot of oil into the pot to make chicken today, and that oil wonât disappear once I use it. Itâs only right to be efficient.
The cut up potatoes were placed on one side.
The time has finally come to coat the marinated chicken with the batter.
Well, in this world, thereâs actually no store that sells frying powder, so Iâm using flour this time.
After I seasoned the flour moderately, I adjusted the concentration by adding water.
Batter that was neither too thin nor too thick was what made chicken a success. If fried chicken didnât have batter, it canât be called fried chicken.
Putting some flour in another bowl, I added the chicken parts that I had marinated earlier.
After that, I moved them around in the bowl to coat them with the batter evenly.
The oil in the pot was already boiling.
I placed the bowl of chicken and the bowl of fries at one side of the pot. Sweltering heat reached my face.
âItâs hoootâ¦?â
Blanc looked at me as I fanned my face with my hands, then he went closer to me.
It seemed like he was fanning my face with his paws, too.
I didnât feel any air at all, but Iâm happy just to receive Blancâs heart!
âAh, itâs so cool now.â
At what I said, Blanc giggled and fanned harder.
Now then, after watching Blanc for a while, I put some of the chicken into the oil.
The chicken began to fry, accompanied by a sizzling sound.
Bubbles went up on the oil and blurred the surroundings with the light smoke that flowed in the air. It felt like I was listening to an ASMR.
Good, good. This pleasant sound was enough to relieve my stress.
Because the inside needed to be cooked properly, I took out all the chicken after frying them once.
I stabbed the parts with a fork to check if itâs cooked well, then fried them once more. Straight into the oil they went.
Good fried chicken must be fried twice to taste good.
It took a long while to fry all the chicken, but I was proud to see them leave the pot and have a golden appearance.
Is this why people cook?
It was strange to feel emotions welling up in me that Iâd never once felt while I was living in the modern world. It was only now when I transmigrated in this book.
Along with some French fries, the perfect chicken combination was now complete.
In fact, my favorite flavor was spicy chicken, but I canât add red pepper paste to it yet, so I replaced the flavor with soy sauce. I also liked the soy sauce chicken in Ky*chon. ¹
Half soy sauce flavored, half regular fried.
Chickenâmy secret weaponâis now complete.
The batter wasnât perfectly in between thick and thin, but I still felt a sense of accomplishment.
Placing the chicken in a bowl, I handed over one to Blanc first.
After taking a bite, Blancâs eyes twinkled.
âWhatâs thiiisâ¦? Itâs yummyyyâ¦â
I looked at Blanc happily and gave him a chicken leg.
Blanc, do you know what it means for one person to give you a chicken leg?
Itâs love.
As I glanced over at the clock, it was only then that I realized that it was already 7 oâclock. I handed over one more chicken wing to Blanc, then went up.
âYour Highness, Iâm here!â
He might have heard me talking, but Albert didnât take the tray from me this time.
Was he upset because of what happened a while ago? Did I run away too obviously?
As I walked over to the desk with a smile tugging at my lips, I saw that Albertâs expression was completely stiff.
Albert was staring into the air, his face completely devoid of emotion.
He swung the wand in the air. Then, he spoke in a low voice.
âSay that again.â
[ Rosteratu destroyed the fief where Your Highness stayed. All the people living there have passed away. ]
ââ¦â¦â
[ He set fire to the entire fief. People outside the fief think that itâs nothing more than a regrettable accident, but it isnât. Itâs clear that it was to remove traces of the people who support the Prince. ]
The voice coming from the cane was unfamiliar. It seemed like Albert was talking to one of his subordinates.
However, the story he was telling was unrealistic.
[ Weâll send the information to Your Highness. Please take a look. ]
As soon as he said that, light flowed out of the cane and became something like a projector.
âWhat in the worldâ¦â
Albert wasnât the only one stunned. I almost dropped the bowl of chicken in my hands.
Before me, a scene that was so cruel that it was hard to keep looking was vividly depicted.
Bodies scattered on the street, leaving only ashes behind.
It was a scene of a merciless massacre.
My body froze, as though I was there on the scene itself. But I couldnât take my eyes off the screen.
I gulped dryly.
The atrocities of King Impotent, which were not detailed very much in the novel, were beyond my imagination.
If it was to this extent, Albert simply killing him wouldnât be enough.
âWhen did you come in?â
As he frowned, Albert stood up from his seat.
As I tried to make an excuse or explain with a smile, Albert covered my eyes. His hand was big enough to cover most of my face.
ââ¦Iâm fine. You were working.â
âI can tell just by looking at your face.â
âPrince, you can read me well, too. I used to hide my thoughts properly before.â
âIs that so? I think itâs easy to read you, and itâs saddening that you tried to hide your thoughts in the past. But how can you read me?â
Albert said this with a smile. At his words, I laughed.
Haha, the image was still similar even now.
My boss, who was noble and elegant, but whose heart was unreadable.
When Albertâs hand disappeared and no longer blocked my view, the terrible scene wasnât there anymore. But the shock wouldnât go away.
I took a deep, shaky breath and calmed my surprised heart.
âI didnât even hear you come in because the meeting was extended for a bit.â
Placing the bowl of chicken down on the table, I sat facing him.
The chicken, which was still steaming, boasted its beautiful magnificence.
Albert seemed to have been bothered by my presence earlier.
âWere you surprised?â
âYes⦠I didnât know that the present King was such a son of a b*tch.â
âSon of a b*tch? Haha, itâs the first time Iâm hearing you curse.â
âEven calling him that doesnât do him justice. Dogs are cute. I canât even call him trash. Prince, arenât you angry?â
âIt did cross my mindâ¦â
He shook his head, his expression cold.
âNothing would change even if I get angry here. I just need to use this time to increase my strength. The best revenge I could do is to get out of here, kill him, then become king.â
He was right, but I didnât agree with everything he said.
Sure it wouldnât change anything even if you get angry, but it was important to let off some steam. Thatâs the most important thing to me in the world.
âEither way, nothing changes either if you just keep it all inside.â
Suddenly, I remembered my friend Hye-in, who I had been close to before.
Unlike me, who acted friendly at work, Hye-in was like a bear.
She had a boss who gaslighted people as naturally as breathing, and Hye-in was someone who grew to have depression while keeping it all in that entire time.
She kept all her feelings locked up until the moment that her anger, which had piled up so high, finally reached its limit.
It was the first job she had, and during that time when it was hard to get a job, Hye-in thought that the best she could do was to endure it.
I remembered drinking with her.
The day Hye-in cried and let it all out.
The day she told me all about it, she left behind her usually impregnable walls due to the influence of alcohol.
If you just endure it, it becomes a disease. Mental illness was difficult to treat.
âPrince, if you hold it in like that, youâll get sick. Do you know that?â
It was a disease that most office workers had.
Itâs no exaggeration to say that Albert was at the highest position in the world, so I knew that Iâm overstepping my grounds here by giving him advice. But thatâs also something I would do.
It was a strange conversation, with a subordinate telling her superior to get angry. Even so, I meant it.
âSickâ¦â
âIf you hold it in, youâll get sick. Your Highness can curse in front of me. No, I can go first. That impotent bastardâs so greedy that I donât think thereâs any other punk in the world who could match him.â
I cursed at Rosteratu as much as I could. This was also the way office workers de-stressed.
Thereâs nothing better in the world than swearing at my boss at home to relieve my stress! You better clean your ears after this!
As if I was possessed by a rapper, I swore like a machine gun going off. It was refreshing.
And after that, Albert looked at me with a weird expression. The corners of his lips were tremblingâ¦
âHahaha! Ha⦠hahaha! Just where did you learn how to curse like that?â
In the end, Albert laughed heartily.
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t/n:
¹ Kyochon chicken