The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

203 – Scene 203# Night Service

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Wendy recalled something that happened not long ago.

In the evening, Wendy, who had some free time, was talking about various things with her senior maids at her mansion.

Then Wendy suddenly became curious about ‘that’ and opened her mouth.

-But what is night watch? ?

For an instant, the frozen air.

– Hmm. Uh. That is. You know…

-For Wendy… Many… Should I say it’s too early… Should I say it’s difficult…

-Difficulty… Summer solstice. Um.

Seniors who are hesitant to open their mouths.

Looking at that reaction, Wendy could guess.

Working at night is incredibly difficult.

It’s something so difficult that even veteran maids can’t explain it.

-Ahaha… Ooh, wouldn’t it be okay if we don’t know Wendy yet?

-No! Me too, please teach me! Serving the night!

-Eh?!

Wendy said, puffing out her chest.

-I am the Count’s exclusive maid. Ah, no matter how difficult a task is, you can do it! No! I have to do it… !

-Uh. Hmm… We hope you don’t make it…

-Yes… That’s right. Is it really necessary to do it? Haha…

What appeared on their faces was concern and concern.

Could it be that Wendy is too young to handle the difficulties of working at night?

Wendy was a little upset.

-But… That’s what your seniors said… If you’re an exclusive maid, you should know how to handle the night shift at least skillfully…

-Ugh… No… That’s not what it means…

-Ooh, did we say that?

The senior maids looked embarrassed.

-It’s Wendy. Hmm. That was using other nobles as examples. Our Count… Unlike other people, you have never wanted to wait for the night… Wouldn’t it be okay?

-No…

Wendy shook her head.

She was already prepared.

She can’t stay a child forever.

-I made up my mind from the moment I became the Count’s exclusive maid… I decided to do everything I could for the Count…

-Wendy…

-So, I hope your seniors will teach you about the night shift…

-That’s not the problem, um… Wendy, if you stay overnight, the Count may be taken to the Public Security Bureau.

-Yes?!

-No matter how infamous the Count is… If so, socially…

-No no. Why is everyone changing their opinions!

At that time, the person who suddenly stood up was Jane, who was one of the seniors.

-If you’re going to teach him, you have to teach him clearly! What if I make a mistake later?

-But…

-It fell back. If you can’t do it, I’ll teach you. It’s Wendy. Listen carefully!

-Yes, yes!

Wendy swallowed her saliva at Jane’s serious expression.

Jane, the most senior maid, will tell you the truth about Bamsijung.

– Hmm. I mean, it’s night time. A man and a woman under the same blanket at night-.

-Key, I’m kissing you! Under the blanket!

-?!

At that time, Julie, who was Wendy’s immediate senior, intervened.

-Kiss! Know?! It’s about kissing! Kiss!

-Julie! What are you doing now? ! Eup!?

The ones who silenced Jane were the maids next to her.

-Sorry! I can’t stand by and watch her senior her teach Wendy her her wrong her knowledge her her her!

-Ugh?! Hey! Don’t you let this go?! Are you the ones with the wrong knowledge?!

-Forgive!

Jane being dragged around by the maids.

In front of Wendy, who was looking at this in bewilderment, Julie placed her hand on her waist and spoke.

-Forget what senior Jane said. Your senior thought you were too young.

-Julie… But is there something different between kissing under a blanket and kissing outside? ?

-Incisive… That’s a question.

Julie thought deeply about something and then opened her mouth again.

-Actually… That’s because night service is a dangerous ritual that takes place between a master and servant.

– Yes?! A dangerous ritual?!

-Okay. There is a sad legend in the night city. I asked why you spend the night waiting under the covers? That’s because other people might see it and fail.

-Poetry, failure…

-If Kiss is just ordinary black tea, Bamsijung can be said to be the highest quality black tea laced with poison. If it succeeds, that would be great, but… How many masters and servants have broken relationships because they failed to serve at night?

-Uh, how many there are… ?

-Uh? Uh… I don’t know exactly, but there are a lot of them anyway. Anyway… This is what I’m saying.

Julie spoke with a very serious expression to make Wendy feel nervous.

-The night shift is such a dangerous superstition. I hope you don’t lose what you’ve built so far by doing something like that. The reason why we haven’t taught you how to watch the night before, Wendy, is not because you’re too young, but because it’s too dangerous. Do you understand?

-Yes… But if the Count wants it… ?

-That doesn’t happen. Because our Count does not believe in such superstitions. You won’t even have to worry about things like working at night.

-Then… Why do men like such superstitions? ?

-Mo, don’t you know? I guess men like that kind of thing. Hehe! Forget about the night shift. Okay?

-Yes…

Although she was left with something puzzling, Wendy decided to understand for now.

I don’t know about anything else, but as Julie said, Tristan didn’t seem to be thinking about things like staying at night at all.

Because he has never had a woman in his bedroom

No, she had given her bed.

But that’s just out of favor… It was far from the nightlife.

That’s why Wendy didn’t think Tristan wanted something like a night shift.

Until that morning, when she saw Helga come out of his bedroom.

“Count…”

Wendy said, looking straight at Tristan in front of her.

“I’m not sure because I’m a woman… I understand… Because the Count is also a man… Well, it’s not at all strange if you want to wait for the night…”

She is no longer her child. She is old enough to know.

“I know… The Count thought of my immaturity and made Lady Helga wait on me at night instead…”

Wendy received much healing thanks to Tristan’s warm consideration. However, sometimes such consideration came across as hurtful.

“Sniff… But, I can do it too… At night…”

Wendy, covered in her blanket, opened her arms to Tristan.

“I’m sad… Count. I wanted to serve the night before Helga…”

Even though it wasn’t his first night service his, it was good.

If Helga could do it, she can do it too. No.

She will never fail.

“I will serve you. Please…”

Wendy closed her eyes.

And she stayed still… She waited for his lips her her her her.

My heart is pounding.

She hadn’t been this nervous the other day when she had made her wish for Tristan to kiss her. At that time, she was afraid of being rejected, but she wasn’t afraid of failing.

According to Julie, a night watch is a ritual that goes beyond a kiss.

It would be fortunate if it succeeded, but if it failed, it was a dangerous task that could never restore the relationship between the two people.

Wendy closed her eyes tightly and waited for Tristan’s lips.

Half fear, half shame.

But what Wendy felt was not his lips.

“Kyaah!?!?”

“What are you talking about with the patient?”

Wendy screamed involuntarily at her sudden cold sensation.

A cold wet towel was placed on her face.

“Wendy.”

“Yes, yes?!”

“There is something I want to check with you.”

As she removed the wet towel thrown from her face, Tristan’s solemn expression was right in front of her.

“It looks like you have learned the nightlife well. “I want to know who you learned it from.”

“Yes? That… Senior Julie…”

“Is it. “What did she teach me about Bam Si-jung?”

“Well, that…”

“Can you just tell me?”

As if Tristan was interested, she came closer to Wendy.

Wendy was somehow embarrassed to speak her with her her own mouth her her her, so she whispered into his ear her her her her.

No one overheard her, but somehow she felt like she had to.

And Tristan’s expression became increasingly hard after hearing Wendy’s explanation.

Wendy asked in an anxious voice at the unusual reaction.

“Ho, maybe I’m wrong… “?!”

“… No. You are right “I know it very well.”

Tristan immediately patted Wendy as if he was amazed. Is it because of his mood that he seems oddly relieved?

Tristan cleared his throat for a moment and continued his speech.

“I’ll tell you in advance, but first… I have no intention of making anyone wait for the night. The same goes for Helga.”

“Then at that time…”

“You came into my bedroom last night and punished me… I gave it to you. “Helga often disobeys me.”

“Ah…”

That’s what it was…

It wasn’t until she saw Tristan talking as if it was no big deal that Wendy felt relieved.

However, at the same time as her mind was relieved, she felt embarrassed.

“Well, I didn’t even know it was like that, and I was serving the night…”

“Okay. Besides, it’s not even night now. It’s morning.”

“Really… Ugh… I’m sorry…”

Wendy covered her face with her hands.

Just today, she doesn’t know how many times she has felt embarrassed.

“Hey… Why am I always like this… I made a mistake…”

She suddenly became depressed.

In the middle of the day, her mistake after mistake and her inability to do anything right seemed so foolish… Wendy blames herself endlessly.

“Wendy.”

“… !”

At that time, a hand suddenly touched her forehead.

“Bump…Have you ever felt unhappy?”

“Yes?”

Wendy raised her head at the sudden question.

Then her Tristan her she was looking at her with a look on his face that made him feel sorry for her.

“I asked if you ever felt that your life was more unhappy than others.”

“Oh, no… ! How dare I-.”

Wendy, who was about to say no, stopped.

His question seemed to be aimed somewhere in her heart

Wendy nodded her head slowly, as if under her spell.

“In the past… There are times when I feel unhappy… Strangely, no matter how hard I try, I always fail and fall… At times like that, I felt so foolish and suffered… “

Wendy recalled.

A life so poor that it was impossible to escape, and a sick family. And about the big and small unfortunate things that happened around me.

“But I don’t think that way anymore. The Count has given me so many things that I don’t deserve… Not only was it not enough to give her an exclusive maid, but she was also sent to school… Even my poor family took care of everything. To the point where I can even forget about my past misfortunes…”

A shadow appeared on Wendy’s face

“I just accepted it like that… Shamelessly, there were many times when I couldn’t live up to the Count’s expectations… I’m sick again today and I’m causing trouble to the Count… I also misunderstand things on my own… Hehe… Now I see that I’m really good at nothing…”

Wendy unconsciously poured out the words that were inside her. Tears seemed to fall from her eyes as she said those words, but she held them back. Because…

“Count. Now I don’t feel unhappy… Oh, even if I say I was unlucky, I will never say I am unhappy… Well, if I say I’m unhappy… If you say so…”

Wendy tried to smile.

She has a smile that looks like it could break at any moment.

“Even the precious days I spent with the Count have become unfortunate… What if the days I spent with my favorite Count turned out to be unhappy… That’s too… It hurts so much… So I-!?”

At that moment, Wendy’s vision darkened.

Warmth felt at the same time.

Her her Tristan her her her was covering her with a blanket.

Tristan spoke from under the dark blanket.

“No need to say more.”

“Ship, Count… ?!”

“That’s enough.”

Wendy was taken aback by the sudden hug.

Moreover, the situation in which she was hugged under the blanket was the situation during the night that Julie had mentioned.

But Tristan’s voice was so kind that she forgot about it.

“From now on, consider me your luck.”

As if he didn’t want to let go of Wendy, Tristan hugged her more tightly than ever.

“Even if this world makes you unhappy, I… Luck will always be by your side. Even if you try 100 times and fail 99 times, I will make you succeed the remaining time.”

The moment I heard those words, nothing came out. Tears just fell from the corners of Wendy’s eyes.

“So, like you just said, don’t admit to misfortune. Forget it. As for misfortune. And good luck to you… Hope… “Do not deny me.”

“… Yes.”

Tristan released his embrace.

Immediately after that, Wendy felt the touch of lips on her forehead.

“Ah…”

Immediately the blanket was lifted.

In the pouring blinding light, Wendy touched the forehead where his lips had just touched her.

“That’s a cute expression.”

It was rare to see Tristan covering his mouth and suppressing laughter.

Although she couldn’t tell because she didn’t have a mirror, Wendy could tell that her face was bright red.

As she covered her face in shame, her palms began to tingle.

Wendy looked up at Tristan through the cracks of her fingers and said,

“Well, for me… I think this is much more erotic than the night shift…”

Then Tristan muttered as if it was absurd.

“… I hope you continue to think that way in the future.”