Chapter 412

Chapter Thirty-Five A Day on Rest Day Part I

The early morning sunlight shone through ivory-white curtains, like shimmering gold threads, illuminating the room, the floor, and brightening the desktop.

A black-haired teenage girl in a pink polka-dot nightgown leaned over the desk in the bedroom, her head slightly tilted. Her fair, slender legs swung back and forth beneath her. She held a book titled “The Dragon典” in her hands, reading each word carefully.

[…Margaret refused to abandon her faith and rejected the governor’s proposal, which greatly infuriated him. He ordered her to be imprisoned in a dungeon converted from an underground cave, where she was subjected to severe torture…]

After finishing one page of content, the girl scratched her back, frowned, turned to the next page, and reached for a donut from the nearby plate, taking a large bite. Her cheeks puffed up, her eyebrows furrowed deeper. Despite the difficulty of chewing, her eyes never left the book as she continued reading.

[Margaret was soon thrown into prison when a dragon transformed into a demon descended. It possessed terrifying and evil powers, instantly destroying half the city. The governor’s mansion was engulfed in flames, and the prison collapsed. Margaret escaped, but she did not leave. Instead, she prayed to the gods, summoning a powerful light spear, and engaged in fierce battles with the demon in the sky for several days. Eventually, she tore open the dragon’s belly and won…]

She chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth, then picked up a glass of milk and drank it greedily. Wiping her mouth, she took another bite of the donut, focusing her gaze on the subsequent text.

[Multiple times, Margaret ended disasters by invoking miracles, although she was severely interrogated under the pretense of a trial. However, the people who witnessed these miracles became devout believers in the gods. Fearing this, the city lord decided to publicly execute Margaret…]

“Hey, Silviga!”

“Yaaah—”

Suddenly, a voice outside the window startled me so much that I nearly dropped the Captain Gray I was holding. I turned my head wide-eyed and saw Reckt squatting on the windowsill, smiling and waving at me.

“You scared me to death!”

I patted my chest, feeling quite angry.

How could he do this!

Jumping silently right outside a girl’s… strong man’s bedroom window! Doesn’t he know this is forbidden?!

Pervert!

Thinking this, I couldn’t help but frown and pulled down my nightgown hem. Closing the book, I put the half-eaten donut back on the plate, licked my fingers, stood up from the desk, pointed at him, and said, “Peeping Tom! Don’t come in, go through the front door!”

“Sorry, sorry. I have a lot to do and didn’t want to waste time, so I came as fast as I could.” The man didn’t seem to mind my loud protests. From his pocket, he took out a palm-sized brocade box, waved it at me, and smiled broadly, “Forget about the front door. I brought you this, and then I’ll leave.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the olive soap you wanted.”

Olive soap?

Is it the one from the palace?

“Oh…”

My eyes lit up, and I pushed back my chair, quickly walking towards him.

The soap I usually use is bought from Mosewell Street. Although the items there are considered the best in Esterbel, ever since I used Victoria’s olive soap last time, I realized there’s still a significant gap between common goods and truly rare ones.

Due to the difficulty of obtaining olive oil, Victoria’s type of olive soap is hard to mass-produce, and it’s not produced in Esterbel. Therefore, it can only be found in the royal family or a few noble households.

Thinking of this, I mentioned it to Reckt the other day when my soap was almost finished. I hadn’t expected him to bring it over so quickly.

“Let me see.”

Walking to the window, I took the brocade box from Reckt’s hand and eagerly opened it. Inside were four square olive soaps, just like the ones Victoria used. I couldn’t help but lean closer to smell them… Mmm, such a pleasant fragrance.

I nodded with satisfaction and gave Reckt a sweet smile.

“Thank you~”

So happy!

Reckt also laughed, “I’m glad you like it. This isn’t really that precious; the palace gets a new batch every year, and sometimes even the queen gives some to her ladies-in-waiting. Remember to let me know when you run out, or you can ask Sharman too. We can get more… Huh?”

While speaking, he suddenly noticed me placing a hand on his shoulder, looking at him in confusion.

“What? Is something on my shoulder…”

I laughed even harder, not waiting for him to finish his sentence, and pushed forward with my hand.

“Down you go!”

Reckt’s body, squatting on the windowsill, instantly lost balance.

“Hey… Waahhh—”

His face immediately turned pale. He began to panic, flailing his arms in the air, opening his mouth as if to shout at me. But before he could say anything, he sank backward, falling off the windowsill.

“Giggles.”

I laughed happily.

Serves him right!

The reason I dared to do this was because I knew that Reckt’s Order of Wind wouldn’t be affected by this height. Even if it were doubled or tripled, he would be fine, though he would definitely be startled.

Smiling, I leaned out the window and saw Reckt flip gracefully in mid-air. Suddenly, a gust of wind hit me.

Whooosh—

The man’s clothes fluttered in the wind, his descent slowing dramatically, as if floating steadily onto the lawn below. After landing, he stepped back two paces and immediately looked up at me, shouting furiously, “Ungrateful woman! Do you want to kill me? Give me back my olive soap!”

Huh?

This low-class peeping tom, this despicable person who breaks into girls’ bedrooms, actually has the nerve to be angry at me when he was clearly in the wrong first?

I’m still angry!

“If you dare to do this again, I’ll smash your green head!”

I shouted angrily at him downstairs, then pulled my head back into the room. Looking around for something to throw, but after searching, I found nothing.

Without… forget it, I won’t pay attention to him.

Rex was still shouting downstairs, but I didn’t really listen to what he was saying. I was unwilling to deal with his futile rage. With a “slam,” I tightly closed and locked the window, drawing the curtains completely shut. The man’s voice was cut off from outside, and the room immediately became quiet.

“Anger you, anger you…”

I muttered quietly, feeling relieved. Holding the brocade box, I quickly ran to the bathroom. From the box, I took out an olive soap, placing it on the wooden rack of the washstand. Then, I put the other three pieces away in the bathtub cabinet. Humming a tune, I hopped around and went to the terrace to take down the few clothes and towels that had dried, carrying them back to the bedroom. After hanging up the clothes, I held a towel, preparing to return to the bathroom. At the door, I paused, becoming alert again, my ears perking up to listen…

It seemed like there was no movement outside. Rex should have left by now?

But that guy could appear and disappear at will, so I wasn’t entirely reassured. So, I turned back to the window, lifting the curtain slightly to peek outside. Not seeing anyone, I finally relaxed.

He’s gone…

Let’s try the olive soap.

After confirming the curtains were tightly drawn with no gaps, I excitedly went to the bathroom. I closed the door, removed my nightgown, and comfortably soaked in the small pool. The clear cool water covered my shoulders as I closed my eyes, slowly rubbing my body with the olive soap.

Comfortable, refreshing…

I like this scent…

But the soap’s fragrance wouldn’t stay long on me; it would soon be overshadowed by the clove flower scent.

After thoroughly washing, I got out of the pool, dried myself and my hair. Feeling refreshed, I wrapped myself in a bath towel and walked out, returning to the bedroom. Walking barefoot toward the wardrobe, I passed by the mirror and couldn’t help turning my head, stopping in my tracks.

Hmm…

Who’s that in the mirror?

How can she look so beautiful!

The girl in the clear mirror tiptoed, stepping lightly like a dance, then approached with her hands on her hips, looking somewhat proud. She looked left and right, striking cute or sexy poses, her eyes narrowing like crescents, her smile becoming more enchanting.

The girl had bright eyes and white teeth, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall over her fragrant shoulders. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her slender legs smooth and warm. Her white arms looked almost translucent, and her petite body was wrapped in a white towel, which only reached her chest, revealing her delicate neck and exquisite collarbone. A few droplets of water that hadn’t been wiped clean adorned her, making her look tempting, like the most luxurious delicacy in the world. Even I couldn’t help but want to bite her… if I could.

So beautiful…

After gazing at the mirror for a while, I suddenly had an idea. One hand on my hip, the other pointing forward, I took a half-step sideways, assuming a posture of “standing at ease.” Then, I leaned back, tilting my nose towards the sky, and spoke to the mirror in a strange voice.

“Even if… because of my whims, it led to the destruction of our country, everyone will forgive me… If asked for reasons… cough.”

I cleared my throat and raised my voice: “Because I am too beautiful!”

After saying this, I felt extremely pleased with myself.

Hmph…

A moment later, I stopped this exaggerated posture and winked at the mirror, looking at my clear and bright eyes. I smiled smugly — this smile lasted less than two seconds before I suddenly realized something, and the smile quickly faded. I frowned and lowered my head, glancing at my chest.

…Is it bigger?

Yes, it is…

Not quite sure.

I lifted my hand and slowly touched my chest, holding the two soft mounds through the towel, gently massaging and squeezing them. I couldn’t help muttering, “It seems bigger on this side?”

But it also doesn’t seem so.

I stood there stunned for a while. When I looked back in the mirror, the beautiful girl had already turned into a bitter melon face.

Troubled…

The towel wrapped around my body had become a bit loose. I stared at the sagging area on my chest and thought for a moment, pulling the towel down a little, then a little more… until half of my breasts were exposed, but I still saw no proper cleavage.

“Mmm…”

My mood was somewhat depressed, and I couldn’t help but squeeze them. Squeezing and squeezing, they even deformed, but still no beautiful cleavage.

This was very annoying.

Did it get bigger or not…

Standing dazedly in front of the mirror for a moment, I turned and stepped deliberately, stomping heavily on the carpet, “thump thump thump thump,” walking to the wardrobe. Squatting down, I pulled open the drawer, taking out the new bras I bought yesterday. Holding the bras, I stomped back, starting to compare one by one… then found that none of the sizes fit.

They all seemed to be bigger…

Bigger for sure.

When I got home yesterday, I happened to pass by a women’s lingerie store and remembered that I hadn’t bought new bras in a long time. So, I planned to pick some out. But when I entered, the saleswoman kindly told me that I was too young to wear their styles and suggested I go to another store on the street where they sold bandeaus and strapless tops, which would suit me better.

At that moment, I exploded.

Impulsively, ignoring advice, I bought several bras, choosing styles that were rather sexy, with lace edges, cutouts, and even leopard prints… I didn’t have the courage to try them on after coming back and just threw them into the wardrobe.

Now, I’m still afraid to try them on.

Afraid they’ll feel like airbags.

Forget it…

One day, I will wear them.

I encouraged myself in my heart and then “ha!” threw the bras behind me as if scattering flowers, the bras flying through the air and landing on the bed, the carpet, and the desk, almost knocking over the half-cup of milk. But I felt very proud, not knowing why, I just felt I had done something remarkable.

Not long after, I obediently picked up all the scattered bras.