"Senpai, I actually have a favour to ask of you."
A request! What kind of request? Is he going to ask me to be more respectful? Am I too disrespectful? Ahhhhhaaaa I want to cry, but if I cry he'll think something happened to me.
"Senpai?"
Would it be too modest if I said sir? What happened... Impossible, we are still not that close to him. What do you want... It's so rude, It looks like I'm scolding him
"Senpai, can you teach me how to become a magic king?"
Heh? Magic king... What is that? Oh no, what if everyone knows what a magic king is and I'm the only one who doesn't? Doesn't that make me a backward person? Waahahahaha I can already imagine little kids stoning me. It's horrible.
. . .
For the next 15 minutes the timid girl tried to answer the boy's questions, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not successfully open her mouth. Moreover, these fifteen minutes did not feel like fifteen minutes to the girl under the duvet.
So many things were lied in the girl's thought world that she even lost her perception of reality over time.
"The first time I saw you there, I thought you were starving and wanted to give you some money. But when I got closer..."
Ahhh, that's it again. How many times do I have to thank this brat? Go away, I want to be alone.
The girl had imagined thanking the boy for what he had done so many times in her head that she began to think that the wonderful thank you ceremony she had imagined was actually happening. When the girl's sense of reality was shaken, her view of the boy began to change 180 degrees.
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Why is he still here? I've already guessed that he's not a good person. Who would pay a beggar with platinum coins? Even in my time, platinum coins rarely appeared. I'm sure he's trying to seduce me with that fake platinum coin to take over my body and sell me as a slave.
With one platinum coin, a person can easily buy a huge territory and build a huge palace, or even buy hundreds of slaves and live like a king. He's definitely a swindler!
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The girl's ideas were not completely wrong, but there were some problems; for example, the most important problem was the timeliness of the information. The last time this girl spent money was about a thousand years ago, when all countries had just switched to a common currency. In short, the main problem was that the concept of "inflation" was not within her knowledge.
If we were to compare the money of that time with the money of the present, a platinum coin at the present time would be equivalent to a thousand gold coins, while a platinum coin at the time she mentioned would be equivalent to 1,000,000 gold coins at the present time.
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* The sound of relaxing springs
* Step sound *
I guess he finally couldn't take it anymore. I knew it, that boy is really after my body. I've got to get out of here.
The girl was about to wrap the quilt around herself and run away when she felt the boy trying to take the quilt off her. At that moment, being sold as a slave or being killed became completely unimportant for the girl. The most important thing for the girl to do now was to protect the "quilt", which she saw as the last wall between herself and the disgusted looks of the most important people.
Thus began a power struggle between the girl and Yuto.
--------- ( Yuto's POV ) ( 30 seconds later )
I was breathing deeply while looking at the girl trying to hide herself behind the shattered quilt.
What's wrong with this girl, is she about to cry because I took the quilt off her? Weird... I would understand if she was naked or had a strange wound on her face or something, but no matter how I look at it, she's nothing but a pretty girl who looks a little sweet.
When I looked at the girl watching me with wet eyes as I tried to hide behind small pieces of duvet, I started to feel like a bad guy for some reason.
That's enough, it's time to make a proper speech.
"As I told you before, my name is Yuto, I'm a butler. I brought you here when I saw you dying in the street. "
"K.e.e.w.s..f.h.h..h...s"
"I can't hear what you're saying."
As soon as I said these words, the girl, red-faced with anger, started shouting and shouting, shocking me
"How many times do you want me to thank you. I've already thanked you many times. That's enough! You're going to sell me or take my organs or whatever you're going to do! I won't resist! You swindling slave trader!
Heh?
The swindler?
Slave trader?
Selling people?
Buying their organs?
More importantly, when did she ever thank me? I have a good memory and I'm pretty sure she never thanked me.
"First of all, this is the first time you've ever thanked me. Besides, I'm not an organ mafia, I don't sell people, I'm not a slave trader or a swindler. "
When I saw the girl's stupid looks, I thought she had lost her memory and explained what I did in more detail. Of course, I did not stop praising myself as if I had a little more pure intentions.
Huh? Why did she faint again?