As I massaged the lower back of my employer, my mind raced with ways to extract information from her and possibly escape if the need arose... at least, that was what I should have been doing, if not for the constant chatter in my head from my oh-so-"helpful" guardian.
"Ara~ you’re so baaad. Let guess—you’ll seduce her, make her fall hopelessly in love with you, then get her to spill all the Rothschild family secrets and maybe even the other great families too?"
Laura’s unusually high-pitched voice rang in my mind, sounding more like a middle schooler sneaking a look at her first R-rated novel than an actual guardian.
’No,’ I shot back telepathically, though I grudgingly admitted her plan sounded good. ’That plan has too many holes. I need sothing cleaner. My goal is to keep massaging her until she trusts . That way, when I leave, I won’t have unnecessary enemies chasing while I try to survive and grow stronger... if I even manage to grow stronger at all.’
I mumbled the last part under my breath.
Laura, clearly unimpressed, replied in a lackluster tone. "Well, that’s no fun."
My mouth twitched. ’My survival isn’t supposed to be fun, Laura.’
Sighing out loud, I refocused on Miriam. She’d been unusually quiet all this ti, which struck as odd, but before I could wonder too much—
I froze.
The once proud and condescending Miriam was rubbing her legs together like... like a woman in heat. A developnt that I definitely did not like, especially since she was supposed to be my information ticket. Trying to put a stop to it, I willed my skill [Magic Fingers] off.
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[Skill has been deactivated]
The host can reactivate this skill at any ti by simply thinking its na.
I don’t know what you’re planning, but you’re sure being dumb →_→
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I ignored the rude jab from my system and glanced down. Sure enough, Miriam’s body slowly cald as the effects faded. The heavy blush on her cheeks receded, her trembling legs steadied, and she looked more confused than embarrassed. Still, I wasn’t about to reveal my hand this early.
"Madam, is everything alright?" I asked politely, keeping my tone respectful as my hands continued their work.
Not to brag, but I was a damn good masseuse in my past life. A stiff body like hers was nothing but a treat to , and I wasn’t about to let this chance at gaining valuable information slip away.
Crack. Crack.
"Ooooh~?" Miriam let out a moan that was equal parts relief and confusion, her back arching as I loosened her stiff muscles. Perfect ti to strike.
"Um... Miss Miriam," I began, still working my hands across her back.
"Hm? Wha—ooooh... what is it?" she asked between little moans, her body lting under my touch.
’Honestly, I could just get a job as a masseuse if this whole "main character" thing doesn’t work out,’ I thought, suppressing a laugh.
"When I passed out... I lost so of my mories," I lied, sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Could you help fill in the blanks?"
I was never good at lying. This was all new territory for .
"Hm? Sure. Ask away—but don’t stop massaging." Miriam’s voice dropped to a low hum as she rested her cheek on one hand, visibly relaxing.
’Let’s gooo!’ I scread inwardly. Her answer was like an angel’s blessing.
"So, could you tell where we are? The kingdom too?"
Now, you might be wondering why my so-called "guardian" Laura hadn’t already given this info before tossing into my first mission. Simple: she refused.
Her exact words were: "You need to figure things out yourself, silly~ I’m only here to make sure you don’t die, tee-hee-hee."
Yeah. Annoying.
"The mory loss must’ve been pretty bad, huh? Well, no problem. We’re in the Rothschild manor—the third most powerful family in the human domain," Miriam said with pride, a smug smile curving her lips.
She continued, "There are five other major families, plus countless smaller ones I can’t be bothered to rember. For the big nas: Vandemire—red-haired freaks, always looking for test subjects. Stay far away. Then Decker—low-key, but a pain in the ass if you cross them. Ashcroft—my mom’s from there, they’re decent. Gravesend—necromancers, don’t go near their manor alone. And finally, the Belvedan family. They’re royals. King Matthew Belvedan rules the domain."
Her words flowed effortlessly as I worked her back, filing the knowledge away. Laura was suspiciously silent the whole ti—probably waiting for to piece things together myself.
"Thank you very much, Mada—"
"Miriam. Call Miriam. I hate the whole ’Madam’ thing," she interrupted.
’Well, that makes things easier,’ I thought with a shrug.
"So, Miriam," I continued, "could you tell about the other kingdoms?"
Honestly, even if she refused, I wouldn’t be upset. She’d already given more than I could’ve hoped for. But to my surprise, she sat up, stretched, and smirked.
"Ugh, that’s too much work. How about I just transfer the mories to you?"
"mory transfer?" I repeated, startled. ’Right. Fantasy world. Guess stuff like this is normal here.’
"Yeah. Just relax your mind, and—"
Two fingers pressed against my forehead.
Pain.
Burning, mind-numbing, bone-grinding pain ripped through before she even finished her warning.
’Wait—this is what MCs in novels feel when they get power-ups? But I’m just... getting mories?’
I couldn’t think straight as fragnts of raw knowledge forced their way into my skull.
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[mory Transfer in Progress]
[Error: Insufficient ntal Capacity]
[Forcefully Expanding ntal Capacity... Successful]
[mories Accepted from Character #261od]
[Synchronization 1%... 20%... 50%... 100% Complete]
[Host has successfully received the mory files.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the first hidden mission!]
[Calculating Reward...]
"Well, you didn’tdie," Laura finally chid in, smug as ever. "I’ll call that progress".
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