Chapter 22
âToday, itâs still better if you rest.â
âWhat?! Today too?!â
âYou havenât fully recovered from your cold yet, have you?â
âIâm feeling a bit restless⊠How about leveling the soil in the garden or something?â
I was naturally a homebody.
Actually, even among homebodies, there are two types.
One is the type thatâs constantly bustling around the houseâreading books, journaling, doing choresânever sitting still. The other is the type that does nothing at all, lying around like a corpse.
I was undoubtedly the bustling type.
Back in graduate school, I had research to do, fieldwork to attend, papers to write, and professors to assist. I had to live the second type of life by force, in the end.
But here, eating well, sleeping well, and resting well had revived my âbustling homebodyâ tendencies.
âThe maids will take care of that.â
âNo! Thatâs my joy! If youâre going to do it, do it with me. Okay? Please!â
ââŠAlright. But only after youâve fully recovered. In this weather, you can catch a cold again very easily.â
âAh, Iâm so bored⊠Then, how about cleaning the storage room? Thatâs indoors, right?â
âMaâamâŠâ
Betty seemed to think I was hopeless, but⊠I couldnât help it.
After all, there were no smartphones in this world.
Even though I had spent a few days bedridden with a cold, I didnât regret going to the festival because I deeply felt how invigorating such events were.
For now, Iâd avoid meeting peopleâŠ
But as long as I was physically okay, there would still be new âeventsâ in the form of household chores, right?
If I started farming, even more small events would appear!
âI want to farm soon. Just wait until it gets warmâIâll plant everything.â
âHmmâŠâ
Reading my desperate look, Betty tilted her head, looking troubled.
It seemed like I was almost fully recovered!
Even though I still had a bit of a cough, after sleeping for days straight, it was natural that I should be better.
âGoodness, maâam!â
âHuh?â
Suddenly, Betty called me with a shocked expression.
Why was she like that? I tilted my head in confusion, and at that momentâŠ
Drip, dripâa strange sensation ran down my chin.
Startled, I looked down to see a dark red liquid dripping onto the blanket.
âDamn it. Why a nosebleed at this timing!â
Betty, almost fainting from panic, quickly pressed a handkerchief against my nose.
With one nostril blocked, I spoke in a muffled voice.
âUh⊠uh⊠Should we wash the blanket?â
No sooner had I said that than Bettyâs expression turned fierce.
She usually didnât show her teeth at me, butâŠ
I was slightly shocked and immediately deflated.
Even if it didnât seem possible, I thought saying it innocently would work because Betty was usually soft with meâŠ
âNo way! Go to bed immediately!â
Sorry, Betty.
âNo wayâ applies to you too.
âIâve slept so much I canât even sleep anymore.â
Counting sheep, lost in my own daydreamsâeverything had reached its limit.
Seeing me with a nosebleed, Betty gave me a spoonful of syrupy medicine, gently helped me lie down, even covering my eyes with a sleep mask.
She stayed sitting by my bed until I fell asleep.
I understood that she was probably worried Iâd go wandering and get sicker.
So, I stayed quietly in bed, letting out small, varied breaths.
Even though my eyes were wide open under the mask, well⊠Betty wouldnât know.
I thought she believed I was asleep because I sensed movement nearby, and soon, I heard the soft rustling of clothes and the click of the door closing.
About ten minutes later, I quietly removed the mask just in case.
As expected, Betty was completely gone.
âHehe.â
A mischievous smile escaped me.
âQuietly, like a shadow, no one will know. Then itâs like it never happened.â
Though it was broad daylight with the sun high in the skyâŠ
I didnât care and quickly dressed, leaving the hut.
Judging by the nosebleed, I still had a bit of a cold.
So moving around a lot would be pushing it.
âIâll go to the library and grab a bunch of books.â
With nothing else to do, I might as well return to basics.
I walked toward the main building, humming happily.
Not long ago, I had been caught by the Duke while sneaking into the bathroom and scoldedâŠ
âBut I built some rapport during the festival⊠so maybe he wonât mind me going for a short trip? And as long as Iâm not caught, itâs fine.â
Not wanting to speak to anyone outside the Ga-Na-Da maid group, I hurried along, staying out of sight.
Luckily, my âshadow techniqueâ seemed to work.
âHehe. No one noticed me so far.â
Perhaps I had a talent for being an assassin?
Though, I didnât want to kill anyone.
Since I had been here a few times before, I reached my destination quickly.
But turning the corner, I was surprised.
âOh?!â
The library doors, once covered in greenish rust, now gleamed in their natural color.
I carefully opened the doors. Initially, they wouldnât budge, but a little push and they swung open smoothly.
Sunlight streamed brightly through the libraryâs tall windows.
âOhâŠâ
The library, which had seemed daunting when I thought of cleaning it with Betty, was now spotless and gleaming.
âCould the kids have done all this? And they didnât even show offâŠâ
Seeing how much effort had gone into cleaning made me feel deeply sorry.
Even if someone else had done it, they would probably have collapsed from exhaustion like me.
Along with guilt came a flutter of excitement.
Even in my past life, I loved libraries (though my favorite place was always my home).
Dust gone, the rich smell of books made my heart race.
âThey worked so hard⊠maybe Iâll read a bit here? Not using it would be a shame.
I can just act pitiful in front of BettyâŠ
As for the Duke⊠eh! Itâs fine. Heâll just scold me a little.â
After this little self-justification, I lightly stepped forward.
Countless old books rested in the massive library, lifting my spirits.
I had always loved old things for some reason.
âHmmâŠâ
Starting from the nearest bookshelf, a thought crossed my mind.
âHave I been too carefree until now?â
Technically, I had possessed someone, but that was it.
Had I been too indifferent to this world I had been possessed into?
Some excuse could be that I was naturally the âletâs go with the flowâ typeâŠ
âI know this is the Celeste territory in the northern Rembrandt Empire. But thatâs all I know⊠maybe thatâs a bit much.â
But!
Honestly, I wasnât studying geography.
How could I remember all the place names in a romance fantasy novel?
I had never had the habit of memorizing every name or place in a novel.
Being addicted to text, just reading was enough to give me great satisfaction.
Besides, most of the novels I read were web novels, so it was natural to read them on the go or in spare moments.
âJudging by how little I remember⊠it wasnât a particularly memorable story.â
Graduate school life was more about absorbing other important information than novels.
If I had known Iâd end up dead and possessed, I might have studied romance fantasy instead of pursuing a PhD!
But what could I do? It was already too late.
âWell⊠maybe living like this, Iâll remember something eventually.â
I settled my thoughts and pulled out the nearest book from the shelf.
I wanted to focus on the book in front of me for now.
I made my way to the long wooden table in the libraryâs center, the sunniest spot, and opened the book.
Quietness came.
The only sound was the gentle flipping of pages on a peaceful afternoon.
I immersed myself in the text.
Meanwhile, at the same timeâŠ
Xenos sat at his study desk, pen in hand.
Though his eyes were fixed on the papers, his mind was in chaos.
In his head, the festival day had been repeating for several days straight.






