The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

202 – Scene 202# Nursing Care

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You’ll be fine after a night’s sleep.

Wendy, who had been suffering from a lot of illnesses for a long time, thought that her cold would get better quickly.

But that was Wendy’s mistake.

After a few days, she coughed worse and she now seemed to have a fever.

It was a clear neglect of health care.

Still, in her defense, she had something more to worry about than her her body her being sick.

Not long ago, Wendy found Helga coming out of Tristan’s bedroom.

Although it was purely a coincidence, the incident was not easily erased from Wendy’s mind.

‘No way, the Count is like Helga…’

She wanted to ask Tristan secretly, but she couldn’t bear to ask because she thought it was his personal life.

Above all, she had no right to interfere with his private life.

Wendy suffered alone at that thought.

The thoughts were as persistent as her severe fever and soon weakened her body and mind.

And eventually the limit came.

Late at night, Wendy, who was trying to drink some warm water in her kitchen, collapsed.

Until that moment, Wendy was aware that she had collapsed. She was just so tired and her body was shaking that she couldn’t go back to her room.

‘Wait just a moment… If you stay like this and feel better… Going back to the room…’

Thinking like that, Wendy closed her eyes. She felt the chill of the kitchen floor.

‘Cold…’

Immediately, a chill came over her that made her bones ache.

‘Too… It’s cold…’

But Wendy couldn’t move.

All she could do was curl up as best as she could and wait for her strength to come back.

-Wen… D!

In her daze, she felt someone calling her own name, but she had no energy left to respond …

Wendy was so exhausted that she lost her mind.

…

…

How much time has passed since then?

Wendy no longer shivers from the cold. Not only that, she felt her warmth wrapping around her body.

“Ugh…”

Is it already bright?

Could this warmth be sunlight?

Oh, she ended up sleeping on the floor until morning…

As Wendy wiggled her body, she realized she was wrong.

The place she was lying on was too soft to be called a cold floor.

Ah… I got it.

It seemed like she had somehow woken up in her sleep and returned to her room.

But. If she had fallen asleep, she might have frozen to death. Her survival instinct is probably what saved her.

With her eyes closed, Wendy calmly checked her body condition.

I wasn’t feeling better yet. She was still tired and her her body her craving her was rest.

Above all, it was so cozy that I wondered if the blanket had ever been this warm.

Wendy felt like she wanted to hug the blanket and sleep in like this.

“Ehehe… The blanket is so warm…”

“Did you wake up?”

“?!”

Wendy opened her eyes when she suddenly heard a voice coming from above her.

“It seems like I had a nightmare.”

“?!?!”

Wendy, who recognized the person behind the voice, couldn’t help but make an expression as if she had just seen a nightmare.

“Ship, Count?!”

“Don’t make a fuss, just stay still.”

Tristan, who said that, was lying in bed with Wendy.

What she thought was a blanket was Tristan’s top.

“Why are you here, Count?”

“I found her passed out in her kitchen her last night.”

“Ah… !”

It seemed that Tristan had found her unconscious.

“I felt like I was sick. “If I hadn’t discovered it, I would have been in big trouble.”

“S-sorry… ! “Get up right now.”

“I told you to stay still.”

“Ugh…”

Wendy had no choice but to reluctantly stay where she was.

Rather, why are they lying so close to each other? In fact, it looks like Tristan is hugging her.

Wendy, embarrassed by that fact, buried her face in the blanket. However…

“Don’t hide.”

“… !”

At Tristan’s command her her, Wendy had no choice but to stick her eyes out from under the blanket.

“uuu… Uh, since when have you been here? ?”

“It was here the whole time.”

“Yes… ?”

Looking around her, Wendy was able to find wash basins and wet towels around her.

No matter how you look at it, it was like Tristan took care of her all night.

The reason she wasn’t cold all night was all her thanks to him hugging her.

“Why, why did the Count… I could have asked other servants to do this…”

“I couldn’t help it because you rarely let me go.”

“Yes?”

Tristan spoke in a drowsy voice.

“Besides, you kept crying as if you were having a nightmare, so I couldn’t leave you like that.”

“?!?!?!”

You cried?!

When Wendy quickly touched her eyes, she felt puffy.

“S-sorry! Go to the Count, cold… You shouldn’t move it…”

“Never mind.” “I have never caught a cold.”

Tristan laughed softly.

Instead of his usual stern and solemn expression, he had a slightly arrogant but gentle smile.

That smile made Wendy’s heart skip a beat.

“Ah… ! School… !”

As Wendy was lost for a moment, something to do flashed through her mind.

The wall clock was already showing 8 o’clock.

“Oi, it’s already time… ! Count! Ha, school… !”

“There is no need to go to school. “Take a break today.”

“But… ” !”

“But that’s not it. If you are a patient, rest like a patient.”

“Eww…”

Wendy was about to say something more, but she stopped herself.

Because I know now better than anyone else that there is no use in being stubborn anymore.

“Okay… Then, the Count, please go to school quickly… There must be a lot to do today…”

“No. “I canceled all my plans for today.”

“Yes?! Uh, why?!”

“You are more important than those things.”

Tristan spoke as if he was annoyed, but Wendy’s heart fluttered at his words.

“Well, you can’t do that because of me…” ” !”

“Why? “I was going to take a day off using your excuse.”

“That…”

Wendy, who was about to tell her what a ridiculous excuse she was, shut her mouth.

She didn’t need to point out. There was no way Tristan didn’t already know that fact. He was just being considerate so as not to put any pressure on Wendy.

Wendy didn’t know what to do with that feeling.

“I’m sorry… Count… Because of me…”

“Done. “I’m tired of hearing you say sorry every day.”

“Well…”

“… In times like this, just say thank you. “It’s easier for the listener that way.”

I looked up at Tristan, who spoke in an indifferent manner.

What kind of noble in this world would stay up all night to nurse a mere maid?

Wendy could definitely answer that answer.

The only nobleman like that is Tristan.

“… Thank you. “Count.”

“By the way. “Wendy.”

“Yes… ?”

“What happened with Helga?”

“… !”

“I understand that you have been avoiding Helga lately.”

It seems like they couldn’t hide it even if they tried to hide it.

Tristan, seeing Wendy hesitate, spoke in a slightly softer tone.

“I’m not questioning you. Wendy. If you know me, there must be a reason for that. If Helga did something wrong, she would punish herself-.”

“No! Helga didn’t do anything wrong!”

I shook my head vigorously.

Wendy already knew.

This isn’t Helga’s fault. Rather…

“If I have to be punished, I have to take it…”

“What happened?”

Wendy confessed.

A fact that had always been on her mind.

“I saw Lady Helga come out of the Count’s bedroom in the morning…”

“…”

Tristan took a deep breath.

“Right. “I guess you saw it.”

“I didn’t see it on purpose! By mistake… !”

“Know. “At least you’re not the kind of person who would deliberately spy on me.”

Tristan speaks calmly.

She wasn’t upset that her private life was exposed.

I just opened my mouth to explain the whole story.

“But Wendy. What you saw was-.”

“Gwae, it’s okay! The Count and I are both men, so there is nothing we can do about it…”

“?”

Tristan’s expression gradually hardened.

“That is…” . What do you mean?”

“I know now…”

Just thinking about it made his face his turn bright red.

She hesitated and looked up at Tristan’s face

“I know ‘what’ Lady Helga did in the Count’s bedroom that day…”

“Hoo…”

Wendy swallowed her saliva and spoke as if she were a detective who uncovered a mysterious case.

“That means it’s a night shift… !!”

Tristan was shocked as if he had hit the nail on the head.