The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

Ricardo's voice could be heard.

The voice that seemed like it would only be heard after a long time sounded like a sharp awl scratching an old pot to Olivia's ears.

The first words he always spoke in a bright voice, as always, started by considering her mood.

Ricardo's playful tone of voice that eased her heavy heart started by drawing a faint line regardless of his physical condition to cheer up her gloomy mood.

"Young lady. This kind of flirting hurts the butler's heart, you know."

The faint line Ricardo drew made a scar of laughter in Olivia's darkened heart.

"Haha… Are you going to kill me with cardiac arrest?"

The small smile he let out made her smile wryly as he added more lines.

At the same time, the notification rang.

It was generously valuing her poor nursing. It was generously pricing her poor actions of not being able to give medicine, warm water, or even put her hand on his forehead.

Olivia couldn't lift her head.

"What the…."

"What do you mean? Waking up and finding myself in the arms of the most beautiful girl in the world, it's a review of that feeling."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Hmm… Do it often from now on?"

Ricardo blurted out a childish remark.

He was covering his cold-ridden mouth while making light jokes to the master he served.

Olivia bit her lips tightly at Ricardo's considerate gesture, telling her to stay away so as not to pass on the cold.

Ricardo looked at his watch and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. I must have overslept from having such a good dream."

Olivia's head lowered even more at Ricardo's cautious appearance, covering his mouth with his hand.

Because she was satisfied with a small action.

Because her gloomy mood improved from the butler's childish jokes trying to cheer her up.

As if he noticed her depressed mood, Ricardo gently stroked Olivia's head and carefully opened his mouth.

"How did you come here?"

"Gomtang brought me."

"As expected, she's smart like her master."

"Stupid."

"…Are you referring to the master? Or Gomtang?"

"Both."

At Olivia's firm answer, Ricardo let out a hollow laugh and carefully pushed Olivia's shoulders.

"You'll catch a cold. Go back."

"It's fine."

"It would be quite troublesome if there were two patients in the mansion."

"It's okay even if it's troublesome."

"I'm saying it's troublesome for me."

About an hour had passed.

Ricardo gradually began to find his energy.

His breathing, which had sounded like he had a heated steel ball in his mouth, gradually stabilized, and his blurry eyes that couldn't focus also gradually returned to clear eyes.

Sitting against the bed, Ricardo pinched Olivia's cheek with a playful smile.

Ricardo opened his mouth, feeling the soft sensation. Olivia decided not to scold the butler's particularly cocky touch.

Because Ricardo was a patient.

She decided to let it go today.

"Phew~ I almost died. I saw my late grandmother on the other side of the river gesturing ‘come here' and came back."

"Ricardo, you don't have a grandmother."

"It's just a figure of speech."

Ricardo, who was stretching and pretending to be fine with effort. Olivia could instantly tell from Ricardo's trembling fingers that his physical condition was not very good.

No matter how much he called her a clueless fool, she could tell that much.

His breathing was still rough.

Olivia knew that Ricardo, who would have gone out to prepare breakfast long ago if he was fine, was buying time by lying in bed and spouting nonsensical words.

Olivia carefully reached out to touch Ricardo's forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

"This kind of sudden action is called flirting."

"So… does it hurt?"

Ricardo placed his hand over Olivia's and shook his head.

"No. I'm healthy."

Along with Ricardo's gentle smile, his hot body temperature was felt on Olivia's palm.

Olivia felt like her heart was shriveling up.

"Don't lie. You're sick."

"I'm really not sick."

Ricardo, showing his pearly white teeth and firm biceps. Ricardo's actions that lost trust were not comforting.

Olivia puffed out her cheeks and scolded Ricardo. Why did he break his promise, didn't they clearly promise to tell if he was sick?

Olivia spoke to Ricardo, who was making an awkward smile, with anger.

"You promised to tell me if you were sick."

"…Haha.."

"It hasn't been long since you made that promise, and you're breaking it again. Do you know how worried I was?"

"I'm sorry. It's just… I was suddenly sick, so I was flustered."

"Lies."

Olivia turned her head with a ‘hmph' and expressed her angry feelings to Ricardo. Because this foolish butler couldn't understand even if she scolded him like this.

Always. Olivia knew that no matter how many times, Ricardo would never tell her that he was sick.

Even though she knew it wouldn't help. Even though she knew she could only provide this clumsy nursing, still…. Because she wanted to provide even this clumsy nursing.

So she was more angry. It felt like her lips were sticking out.

At the same time, she was also upset.

She was upset that she was useless for not being able to bring even a glass of warm water to Ricardo.

Out of needless feelings, Olivia shouted at Ricardo in a blunt tone.

"Am I that untrustworthy?"

"No. How much do you think I trust you?"

"If you trust me, then why aren't you telling me!"

"Because you'll worry, young lady."

Ricardo answered firmly.

"I hate seeing the young lady suffer more than being sick myself."

"I hate not knowing even more."

"Then it's regrettable."

While glaring at Ricardo who kept spitting out pumpkin-like answers.

Unable to endure the awkward atmosphere, Ricardo tried to get up, hastily pulling back the blanket.

"I'm really…. I didn't prepare breakfast. Quickly go and…."

"Don't go!"

"Yes?"

"Rest today."

Ricardo smiled awkwardly and let out a timid rebellion, saying he couldn't do that.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry."

"The maid isn't coming today either, right?"

"Then I'll starve."

"Oh…"

Ricardo, who opened his eyes like a crescent moon and made a doubtful smile saying, ‘The young lady I know will die if she skips a meal.'

Olivia firmly shook her head and firmly expressed her will.

"I'll cook for you today."

"What?"

"Porridge."

"You're going to kill me?"

"No!"

Olivia rolled up her sleeves and said.

"I'll make porridge for you."

"Young lady. I'm really sorry, but…"

Ricardo spoke with a serious expression. With eyes saying that no matter how sick he was, he could never let her cook.

Ricardo swallowed a deep breath and carefully spoke to Olivia.

"Young lady's cooking is truly the worst."

"Eeek…!"

Olivia threw a timid punch at Ricardo's chest. Even though she knew well that her weak attack wouldn't work on Ricardo's solid chest, she was angry at Ricardo's annoying tone, ignoring it.

"I'm going to cook!"

"I don't want to die early. Do you remember last time when you made chocolate for Michail and made me eat it?"

"You ate it deliciously!"

"Fainting is not expressed as eating deliciously."

Ricardo shook his head and spat out a short one-line review of Olivia's dismal cooking skills.

"I was confident in my poison resistance, but I never thought it could break through my poison resistance. Thanks to me being experimented on, Michail's life was probably saved. Although he doesn't know that."

Olivia lowered her head and clenched her fists.

"So what!"

Olivia hit Ricardo while panting, and in the end, Ricardo surrendered to her firm stubbornness.

The ‘porridge' made like that.

In front of Ricardo sitting on the bed, there was a bowl containing an unknown black liquid.

Olivia wiped the sweat from her forehead and held out the bowl to Ricardo.

"Here!"

"Judging by the color, is it poison?"

"No."

"Then torture?"

"Eeek!! Eat it!"

Ricardo tilted his head, looking at the chocolate stained on Olivia's hands.

"Isn't this just melted chocolate?"

"That's right."

"And you call this porridge?"

"Chocolate porridge."

Olivia, who couldn't go to the kitchen, melted the chocolate in her treasured pouch and made porridge.

And.

-Nom.

"Cough…!"

Ricardo fainted.

-Ding.

[Making porridge for Ricardo (1/1)]

Olivia's cooking was terrible.

*

As always, the night comes.

The night that brought quiet news was always quiet as usual and brought fear.

Ricardo quickly regained his strength.

Saying that the porridge she made helped.

Ricardo, who gave a neat review saying that this time he held hands with his grandmother and went on a date, was happy that his resistance increased thanks to tasting the worst.

"…Is it that bad?"

Olivia tilted her head, showing the leftover porridge she made. She thought about trying just one spoonful, but….

Thanks to hearing Ricardo's will, ‘Cough… If I die, please put the forbidden books in my room in my coffin,' her hand didn't easily reach for it.

Lying in bed, Olivia closed her eyes.

"Sigh…"

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Taking advantage of the brutal night time, it was knocking on the alarm clock.

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