I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

32 – Family (4)

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I calmly recalled the stories I had shared with Mr. Sylvia.

In fact, most of the time the two of us talked was over dinner.

And usually, in these conversations, it was always Sylvia who spoke the most.

Unlike me, who has lived only in the Count’s mansion all my life, Ms. Sylvia, who has traveled all over the world, has much more interesting experiences and stories, and most of all, she enjoyed talking about herself.

Sylvia, who spoke awkwardly at first, gradually began to tell vivid stories as the description gained weight as the days passed.

To be honest, there were many times when I was immersed in her story in a daze, forgetting that I was eating.

She also had no one to talk to for a long time, so it seemed that she had a lot to say.

But no matter how much she was, she was also a human being, and as she spoke, her lips became dry and her throat dried up.

It was meal time in the first place, so I had to eat.

Every time that happened, this time I would tell her my story.

Of course, there was no incident in my life that could tell a story as interesting as hers.

The biggest events of my life, perhaps the process by which I came to be by her side, were such terrible tragedies that they did not fit at mealtime.

In the first place, Mr. Sylvia also had the experience of losing all of her colleagues.

We both knew that her story would one day end in tragedy, but she never said a word about their deaths.

As a result, the only stories I could tell her were small things that happened with my family.

Naturally, I avoided talking about Maria’s sister as much as possible.

The fact that I have an older sister was forced to come up during conversations, but I would talk as casually as possible, focusing on things that happened with my parents and Lila.

My father made a delicious dish with meat secretly brought from the Count’s warehouse.

My mother who blew the stew with a spoon while I was crying because I burned my lips while eating the hot stew.

Me as a child washing the newborn baby Layla.

Lila, who came into my room crying on a thunderstorm night.

I raised my head and slammed my knees.

“That strange thing Sylvia-san was doing.”

Sylvia’s strange behavior that scared me for these few days.

In retrospect, it may all be a clumsy imitation of her daily life with her family, as I used to say.

It didn’t look like that because of the bizarre color that flowed from Sylvia’s voluptuous body, but everything she did actually resembled the image of her family nestled in one corner of my memories.

In the meantime, whenever she reacted with fright to Sylvia’s actions, she recalled the strangely sullen expression on her face.

For some reason, I feel sorry for her.

“… no, but… why?”

But still doubts remained.

If she really did imitate my family, that would be odd too.

What is the reason for Silvia to imitate my mother, father, and Lila?

Did he just want to comfort me when he suddenly lost his family?

Or, were the anecdotes of my family that I told you so interesting?

When I was eight years old, Miss Alice came to see a play in the city, and I pretended to play for a few days.

Perhaps it was a play about a swordsman with a sword.

Then, thanks to breaking the vase in the mansion, the Countess scolded her greatly, and then refrained from doing so.

Is Sylvia impersonating my family as well?

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why not?

I felt like I was getting closer to the answer, but I felt like I was getting further away with the fundamental question.

No matter how much I think about it, the answer doesn’t come out.

In this case, it may be better to ask directly.

If you think about it alone, you will only accumulate misunderstandings.

I slowly got up from my seat and brushed the dirt off my butt.

It was time for the sun to begin to set.

I thought I should start preparing dinner a little earlier than usual today, so I hurriedly moved on.

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It wasn’t until the sun went down that Sylvia slowly took out the bow from her back.

It was midday after noon when she came out of the cabin, but she had been idly thinking on top of a big tree in the forest all this time.

“…ha.”

Sylvia sighed.

Ash was the reason she had been sitting on a branch all day, lost in thought.

“Why, it seems like you hate it more and more.”

she wasn’t stupid

She knew full well that Ash was embarrassed by his behavior these days.

Sylvia, who was thinking about how to become Ash’s family, decided to follow Ash’s family he had seen in the story.

I was worried that maybe it would be like digging into the wounds of Ash who lost all his family.

He took a bold step, thinking that Ash, who remembers the warmth of his family differently than himself, would miss his family.

However, the result was Ash’s subtle reaction.

To be honest, I didn’t even expect to be pleased, but I thought I would gradually get used to Sylvia’s behavior.

It’s a situation he’s been through before.

However, Ash’s reaction was frightened, or to put it in the best possible way, it was close to trembling.

“…Ha, can’t you just notice and acknowledge it?”

To be honest, Sylvia was also in pain.

It was just clumsy to act a domestic figure that I had never done before,

It was so embarrassing that I wanted to tear the covers off after dropping the cuteness and flattery I had never seen before in my life.

Because I wanted Ash to voluntarily remain by Sylvia’s side, not out of a sense of duty, such as being grateful for the curse or benefactor,

Sylvia chewed down the shame and pretended to be a family that couldn’t be done with only one desire to be a family with Ash.

The problem was Ash’s confused expression, as if he didn’t even notice what Sylvia was doing.

Of course, there’s no way Sylvia resembles Layla or her parents, so it wasn’t strange that Ash didn’t understand, but still, being so oblivious, Sylvia began to feel anxious that she might be doing some crazy sh*t. .

Even during the day today, Ash slowly tried to avoid Sylvia.

Sylvia sighed and drew the bowstring toward the wild goose that came into sight.

The arrow was beautifully sucked into the goose’s chest.

“…is the method wrong?”

This work also gradually reached its limits.

No matter how hard he tried, it was of no use if Ash hated him.

In addition, the anecdotes about Ash’s family started to run out.

The normal family Sylvia knew began to disappear.

Of course, Sylvia’s immunity to shame also began to show the bottom.

Next time, if ‘I’m scared, let’s sleep together’ is rejected again, I’ll probably die of shame on the spot.

She stared blankly at the sky and tousled her hair.

What is the way to make Ash never leave him forever?

Not a coercive way of cursing or anything, but a way to make her stay by my side with her own will.

The arms of the family that so many adventurers and soldiers longed to return to.

Nothing else came to mind for Sylvia.

Of course, she also knew another way to create a family.

However, the method depends on the condition that the two must be in love with each other.

There was no point in forcibly raping him.

He didn’t want to force it on him, and even if he did, if Ash didn’t love Sylvia, it wouldn’t be much different from the curse that was binding him now.

“Love… Ha…”

I’d have to somehow make Ash fall in love with me, but that was harder than this stupid family game we’re playing now.

I don’t even know how to make someone fall in love in the first place.

First of all, Sylvia herself had never loved anyone before.

There were times when I wondered if I was in love with Ash, but Sylvia’s conclusion was ‘no’.

Sylvia knows herself well.

If she had loved Ash, she would have been able to attack him already.

But for some reason, she couldn’t easily imagine making love with Ash.

If I could hold onto Ash, I could show her nakedness as much as I could, but for some reason, just imagining overlapping with him made my stomach tickle and my body heated up, making it unbearable.

Right now, even at this moment, just imagining that scene makes my whole body twist.

“…What kind of feeling is this?”

Sylvia muttered as she wrapped her hands around her blushing face.

I wiped my face and shook my head, and when I came to my senses, I noticed that the sun was going down.

Sylvia jumped down the tree all at once.

Picking up the bleeding goose, Sylvia turned slowly to return to the cabin.

The goose was quite heavy.

A goose of this size should be enough for two people.

Of course, he had nothing to say when asked if he’d been out all day and had only managed to hunt one goose, but Ash never once expressed dissatisfaction or commented on the results of his hunt.

There was one time when, after attempting classic fishing, he had gone a day without catching a single fish, and even that day Ash had no complaints.

Looking back, he’s a really good boy.

Although she had never loved anyone yet, Sylvia wanted to meet someone like that if she ever met someone.

I wanted to continue living with Ash.

A person who wants to continue living together.

She hadn’t noticed yet that that person, that emotion, was exactly what Sylvia was so curious about.

Sylvia walked towards the cabin.

She didn’t notice, but her steps were getting lighter as she got closer to the cabin.

Family fun, let’s try a little more.

The reason Ash was freaked out was probably because his acting wasn’t ‘family’ enough.

Of course, there were times when he stood up awkwardly due to a lack of confidence, but apart from that, it might have seemed like he was creaking somewhere rather than talking or posing like a family in the first place.

Let’s try a different tone today.

It seems like an exaggeratedly friendly tone or a nasal tone to show cuteness seems to have the opposite effect, so be a little plain.

Well, let’s do it.

She opened the door of the cabin she had arrived before she knew it, thinking about the tone of greeting she would say to Ash.

“Ash~ I’m here~”

Oh, not this one.

Sylvia lamented herself at the bizarre tone that escaped her mouth.

“Are you here? Mr. Sylvia.”

“…huh,”

Sylvia was embarrassed and lowered her head for a moment, then closed her eyes tightly and raised her head.

“I caught a goose today, let’s cook together…”

“…”

“ash?”

Sylvia stared blankly at Ash.

He was lighting a candle on the table.

On the table, there were already finished dishes on each plate.

“I have already finished preparing today’s meal by myself.”

Ash said that and slowly approached Sylvia.

Ah, if you do this, all the words and acting you prepared to say in advance will be disturbed,

Ash gently took the bewildered Sylvia’s hand and led her.

“Come quickly. It doesn’t taste good when it’s cold.”

“Ah… yes, not this. Great~ Our Ash.”

“…”

Ash furrowed his brows again.

It was a look of shame that I had seen several times over the past few days.

Ash didn’t answer and pulled out a chair for Sylvia to sit on, and walked over to the other side and sat down.

When Sylvia awkwardly sat down, Ash immediately opened his mouth.

“Let’s talk.”

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