Failed To Abandon The Villain

9

Your clothes are crooked, Master.”

Reinhardt, who was looking at her dress, approached her and lightly grabbed the hem of the dress. He loosened the bow and neatly tightened it again.

“No matter how many times I teach you, you can’t memorize it.”

“……isn’t it time to go out?”

Reinhardt, with a bright smile on his face, put a red necklace on her neck. He even put a thick  shawl over it.

“Another disappointing sound.”

Valletta let out a sigh.

Two years had passed since Reinhardt desperately clung to her with a bruised body.

Time had quickly flown by.

After that day, Valletta stopped uselessly trying to resist the Count’s orders. She adjusted and obeyed.

Her faults were then poured onto Reinhardt through violence. It was, of course, due to the last warning given by Count Delight.

The remaining time left is 4 years, but that person still hasn’t thought of leaving.

“I’ll arrange your hair again.”

“It’s fine.”

“If you are fine with your hair being blown into a mess by the wind, you can go out.”

Whether it’s an excuse or a threat, Valletta shut her mouth, now accustomed to his serving.

The relationship between the two is still master and servant on the surface. As she sat down,

Reinhardt skilfully touched her hair with his long fingers.

He was wearing an earring on his ears, a similarly designed but less glamorous bracelet on the other arm that is not occupied by a bracelet that was attached like a locator, and a necklace that has a magic on his neck.

They were a simple design made solely according to Valletta’s taste.

He has never talked about his tastes, so how would Valletta know?

“But why are you going to the market?”

“To look for medicinal herbs.”

“Hmm……”

Reinhardt even put a robe on her shoulder.

“Can I go too?”

“No.”

“….. oh.”

Reinhardt quietly shut his mouth at the blunt refusal.

He knew that she’d recently been trying to leave him behind or send him away somewhere. To say that it did not put him in a foul mood would be a lie.

“What is it that you dislike so much, Master.”

Valletta’s mouth closed at his whispering voice, as if they were glued together.

Without glancing at him, she flinched at Reinhardt as he raised one of his eyebrows.

‘If I twist her neck, she will die.’

He slowly reached out his hands and placed his fingertips at Valletta’s neck.

Valletta raised her head and looked at Reinhardt with a slightly stiff frown.

“There is dust on it.”

Reinhardt rubbed her neck slightly with his thumb and then stepped back. If she dies, he won’t be able to see and hear her expression and voice ever again.