Chapter 9

Even so, Omary, one of Ulysses' subordinates, had found a maid to take care of the still disliked Amarillis, and Ulysses, who probably came to check on her, thinking something might have happened to Amarillis, seemed like a good person to her now.

Even if it was part of his job, he was still a savior to her.

(Could it be that the Amarillis in the dream was enduring the desire to have the corset removed...?)

The Amarillis in her memory never asked for help from anyone.

(If she had to endure that state all the time, I can see why she would feel like dying...)

But now, she couldn't die like in the dream.

Besides, she wouldn't die just because no one was taking care of her. With the right tools, she could take care of herself. She didn't need a maid at all.

"Lord Ulysses"

"......What is it?"

"I don't need a maid."

"!?"

"Please call back the knight from earlier. I feel bad making him bow for me."

"......"

"I can take care of myself."

In other words, it was a simple matter: she could take care of herself without bothering the maid.

"What are you thinking?"

"?"

"Trying to win my sympathy and soften me up won't work... Amarillis Linoverta."

(Calling me by my full name...)

Leaving that aside, I don't know how many men Amarillis had charmed in the past... but the current Amarillis doesn't fit that description at all.

Before coming to this world, she had always been thinking about money. She had never been in a relationship with a man because she thought working would earn her more money. She worked from morning till night, and the huge debt she had only made people keep their distance.

While she couldn't say she didn't resent her parents for disappearing, it wouldn't reduce the debt. Fortunately, the debt collectors had been dealing with her at a special interest rate.

(...I'm the same as Amarillis. Looking back, I never asked for help from anyone.)

But she had never thought of giving up her life for pride. She spoke to Ulysses, who was nagging about manipulation, as if trying to persuade him.

"Even if I tried to charm someone here, there's no one who would be swayed by the current me... it's a dead end. Unless Lord Ulysses is willing to marry me, in which case I'll provide a lot of service..."

"......"

"......"

It seems that even black humor doesn't work on Ulysses. As expected, Ulysses is as unresponsive as he was in her memory.

"Cough... Anyway, I have a request for Lord Ulysses."

"......What is it?"

"Could you please bring me what I'm about to ask for?"

"......"

Ulysses is looking at her as if observing her. Whether she is bold or disliked doesn't matter. If she's going to live here, she needs a lot of things. Asking is free, even if he doesn't provide them.

She had been holding down her dress to keep it from slipping off her chest while looking at Ulysses. Besides, if she didn't, she wouldn't be able to eat the delicious-looking meal in front of her.

"Unless you're okay with me taking my hands off in front of you..."

Her ample chest was about to spill out. Perhaps understanding what she needed, Ulysses nodded quietly.

"......Alright."

"Really!?"

"Yes, it can't be helped."

"Thank you, Lord Ulysses!"

"......"

"Then, could you bring me a few changes of clothes, a bucket for drawing water, a towel, some soap, and a bucket..."

"......"