Chapter 13

June 27, 2015

Numerous corrections made.

My name is Feelia.

I was a slave working at a general store in the town of Fields, which is governed by Lord Feiram. One day, I accidentally touched the sword of a large man who looked like an adventurer, and he became furious, beating and kicking me.

I thought I would die, but there was nothing I could do, and I lost consciousness.

When I came to, I found myself lying in a bed in a room filled with luxurious furniture and bedding, reminiscent of the days I spent with my parents.

Since a slave like me should not be lying in a bed, I thought I must have died and sank back into the comfortable bed, losing consciousness again.

When I woke up again, an elderly woman dressed as a maid was looking at my face.

Startled, I sat up, but the woman laid me back down and explained what had happened.

The maid's name was Hanna, and she said she served Lady Brützels, the Margravine.

She told me that I had been saved and treated by Christoph, the second son of the House of Brützels. At first, I couldn't understand what she was saying.

I am a slave, not a person but a thing.

It is unthinkable that a noble, especially a high-ranking noble like the Margravine of Brützels, would save and treat a thing like me.

I knew my injuries were severe, and it would cost a lot of money to treat them.

No noble would spend so much money to treat a slave. After all, a broken thing should just be thrown away...

"Thank you for saving me, my lord. My name is Feelia."

Christoph, who had taken in and treated me despite my severe injuries, had beautiful golden hair that contrasted with his fair skin, making him look very handsome.

I had never seen anyone so beautiful.

"I am Christoph. Please call me Christoph, not my lord. How are you feeling?"

"Thanks to you, I don't feel any pain, Christoph."

I was nervous about calling a high-ranking noble by his first name, fearing I would be scolded or hit, but Christoph smiled and said it was good.

After that, Christoph asked me why I became a slave and what skills I had, and I told him everything without hiding anything.

"For a while, you will receive training from Hanna to become a maid. Until you are fully trained, you will be my personal maid-in-training."

Being a slave and a maid, I thought Christoph had a rather unrealistic view of the world.

"Yes, I understand."

Christoph suddenly laughed.

"You don't need to be so formal. Try to relax."

I was at a loss as to how to relax, but Christoph said, "Just let your shoulders relax." He also added, "Keep it a secret from Hanna."

I learned from Hanna that Christoph had been born with a weak constitution and was bedridden until he was 11, even having his heart stop several times. I was ordered to pay close attention to his health as his personal maid.

I was surprised to hear that he had no memories before the age of 11.

Christoph is almost 13, but he only has about a year and a half of memories.

Isn't that very sad?

If I were in that state, I don't think I could act so cheerful.

Christoph, however, always greets everyone with a smile, never letting his condition show.

At that moment, I didn't know what I could do, but I felt I had to protect Christoph!

Later, when I asked Christoph if he was not anxious about losing his memories, he said that instead of dwelling on the negative, it was much more meaningful to think positively about the future. He is a very strong-willed person.