“Blueergh.”

I vomited my lunch.

I have seen a lot of blood when the soldiers occupied the mansion. And I have seen a lot of bizarre things in the Slave House. But I never saw a head pop like a balloon.

After vomiting I try to wipe my mouth with my sleeve. The feeling in my mouth is horrible…

“Ah…!” Miss suddenly cries out.

“Sweetie, you can’t wipe that in your sleeve!” Miss runs up to me.

I unconsciously start trembling. Did I do something wrong? Am I going to get scolded? These thoughts run through my mind.

However, Miss used the sleeve on her clothes to wipe my mouth instead.

“Funyaa~” Being cared about felt so good I let out a weird sound. My face instantly turned red.

Miss’s cold smile is now replaced with a gentle one.

She stops wiping my mouth and scans me from the top to the bottom. She then nods in satisfaction.

“Oi! D, don’t ignore us! Do you know what you just did?!” Jack yells out and destroys the nice mood.

“What? Still talking back?” Miss says coldly.

The instant change in Miss’s expression is quite scary.

“Y, y, you just killed two of my friends! I won’t let you off!”

“Isn’t that right gu-”

“Guys?”

Jack looks behind him, expecting his two friends still behind him. But he only sees their backs in the distance.

“What? Still not getting out of my sight? Scram off and clean this mess up!” Miss coldly yelled at Jack.

Miss then turns back to face me, grabs my hand and says.

“Come, sweetie. Come with Big Sis to the city.”

City? I don’t know if I can be of any use. So far, I have been locked in all places I have been.

Furthermore, I can’t speak. I won’t be of any use to Miss. Shouldn’t she take someone more capable with her? Is what I wanted to ask. But I can’t.

Miss drags me to the gate, where palanquins are parked.

On the way here, I felt like someone was watching us from the trees, but that must be my imagination.

The maid standing next to the palanquin greets Miss and holds the curtain for her.

“Awuuu~!”

While thinking if I can keep up with the carriers, Miss pulled me inside.

She carefully places me on her lap.

“Awawa?” I asked in a panic.

“Hmmm?” Miss tilts her head. Looks like my questions wasn’t understood.

What I wanted to ask was “What are you doing, Miss?”

Slave servants like me shouldn’t even touch the palanquin.

But before I could wriggle out of Miss’s embrace, the palanquin is lifted up.

“Auuu…” I sigh in defeat.

“Hehe, you are so cute…”

“Awuu!” Please don’t make fun of me, Miss. There’s no way a crippled thing like me can be considered cute.

“Hehe~” Miss tightened her embrace and rested her chin on my head.

“You see, when I asked around what is your name, no one was able to answer me clearly”

“And because you can’t tell me yourself, I decided to give you a name myself~” Miss says in a playful tone.

N, name?

Naming someone like me?

Is it okay for someone like me to have a name?

“Latifa.”

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Sorry for the delay. I was busy with my other novels and translations~