You've Got The Wrong House, Villain

Chapter 18

The nightwear that Yuri wore was made of thin, fluttery material. On top of that, it was more revealing than what she wore last night. Her neck and collarbone were exposed, making the area below seem scarcely perceptible. Above all, with every step she took, the thin nightgown wrapped around her, faintly outlining her body even in the dark.

In that moment, Lakis felt like he had done something bad and unconsciously looked away.

‘Wait, I’m feeling guilty? Over just this?’

He soon found his reaction pathetic and frowned.

Lakis’ conscience was as hard as a diamond. It was to the extent that even though he had done all sorts of cruel things during his reign as the king of Carnot until now, he had never hesitated once.

But now, just because he stole a glance at a woman in her nightwear, he was feeling guilty? Isn’t this why he couldn’t say anything when that parasitic bug was making fun of him?

Lakis clenched his fists tensely.

Then, he repeated to himself that he only wanted to check what the landlady was doing and creakily turned to face forward again.

Yuri was currently in the kitchen, pouring water into a cup. Then as she retraced her steps, she suddenly stretched her hand towards to living room.

“…?”

—Huh? I think I felt something strange just now?

Lakis saw something sparkly ooze from Yuri’s fingertips. Wondering what it was, he narrowed his eyes but right then, his eyes met with Yuri’s.

She looked surprised.

But her reaction seemed to be because she had simply forgotten that Lakis was there and the following actions she took were very natural. Because of that, he wasn’t very sure whether she was hiding something or not. So for now, Lakis acted like he hadn’t seen anything some minutes ago.

After that, a brief conversation ensued.

—Uwaaa, I really can’t adapt to you talking like that. Ugh, I have the chills! Look at my goosebumps!!

‘Shut up, you ****.

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After a while, Yuri came out with changed clothes. She went into the kitchen and began to diligently prepare breakfast. Actually, Yuri wasn’t the type to normally have breakfast at home.

Although she usually strove to eat thrice a day, she tended to only make easy dishes at home and other meals were solved by buying food outside. Yesterday, she kind of threw Lakis some bread but when she thought about it, she realized it wasn’t exactly suitable for a patient. Because of that, today, she was thinking of making soup with minced vegetables.

‘Even a patient as injured as Lakis should be able to eat something like this with ease.’

Yuri’s thinking was on the right track but if the patient she was nursing was not the abnormally resilient Lakis but an ordinary human, it would be a must to consider the opinion of a professional first. That is, if she didn’t want to clear a dead body from her house.

In any case, Yuri began to cook with ordinary common sense completely removed from her mind. She already knew how to cook it because she had made this food many times in the past.

However, there was one minor problem.

‘Come to think of it, I’ve always used my thread when I’m adding salt.’

Strangely enough, her coffee tasted better when she made it by hand, but other dishes were the opposite.

She was conscious of Lakis’ presence in the living room, so she was tense the entire time she was cooking, especially because she always used her thread to add salt.