## Chapter 246: Morrissa's Day of Suffering

## Chapter 246: Morrissa's Day of Suffering

Dragged out of Home by Sister Sha'erna, half-willingly, half-reluctantly, we ate a rather mediocre breakfast at a not-so-high-class Tavern. The lingering, unprocessed gamey taste of meat between my teeth made my head spin. I couldn't understand why, when I was clearly at Home and had breakfast a hundred times more delicious right before my eyes, I still had to come out and spend money on things that tasted no different from rations in the Wilderness.

After leaving the Tavern, Older Sister didn't seem to have any intention of returning Home. She pulled me, still somewhat dejected by the huge disparity between cheap, delicious food and expensive rations, straight towards the Adventurer's Haven.

Older Sister isn't a normal girl. No, I don't mean she's abnormal, but rather that she's different from normal girls. (Sweat, why does it feel like the more I explain, the more confused it gets?) In short, the reason lies in her personality. For example, on Divine Birth Day, when she was with Sarah and Velas, the excitement and passion they showed made me deeply realize the fact that women—whether big or small, strong or weak—have max level vitality and curiosity when shopping.

But Older Sister is different. She lacks many inherent natures that girls are born with. Those cute accessories, beautiful stones, or delicious food, all the elements that would make a girl stop are completely ignored by Older Sister. She walked through the Street without hesitation amidst the amazed and enthusiastic gazes of the vendors, leaving behind strings of regretful sighs. Even the precious jewel I got from a treasure chest in the Sewers, after carefully selecting a pair of blue earrings to give to Older Sister, she merely accepted them with a smile, carefully putting them away, without any intention of wearing them. Although it's true that Older Sister's charm doesn't require these things for decoration, that's not the point.

In short, Older Sister's way of shopping isn't like shopping. Of course, it's also different from the bustling manner Old Drunkard Kashya shows when she smells alcohol aroma. It's more like a Queen on an inspection tour.

Yet, Older Sister, who shows such a dull attitude towards strolling, stubbornly spent a whole morning at the Adventurer's Haven, allowing me to fully imagine the little scheme she was hatching in her heart. It shouldn't be directed at me, her cute Younger Brother, so Sanwu Princess, you'll have to fend for yourself. The most important thing is, don't indulge your appetite and eat the Roasted Meat on the table just because you haven't eaten anything since last night and ran around all morning today...

Older Sister didn't hide her intentions from me. By noon, calculating the size of Lut Gholein City, Morrissa should have finished covering the area by then, so she slowly walked back.

"..."

"..."

On the dining table covered with a snow-white tablecloth, that beautiful plate of Roasted Meat was still there, but on it, there was a subtle gap, as if bitten by some gluttonous Little Calico Cat. From the shape of the gap, one could perfectly imagine the Master's healthy and neat teeth...

"Chirp... Chirp chirp... Chirp—"

From the kitchen not far away, such cute sneezing sounds kept coming...

I glanced at Older Sister speechlessly. Are you satisfied now?

With eyes full of a matter-of-fact smile, Older Sister murmured words like, "It seems the beast's dosage is just right for mercenaries, I wonder how many times it needs to be increased for Classed Adventurers." She leisurely half-lay on the rattan chair that had become her exclusive Throne of Destruction, calculating to herself.

I, on the other hand, came to the kitchen trembling with fear. The kitchenware, designed for adult size, undoubtedly seemed too tall for the Loli height Sanwu Princess. So, many times she had to use some tools to adapt to the height of the kitchenware.

At this moment, her petite body was standing on a stool over a foot high. The cleaver in her hand danced quickly, making the innocent and pitiful cutting board constantly emit violent groans. I didn't know if she was venting the rage in her heart or trying to cover up her sneezing sounds with this. Based on my understanding of her, it was probably both...

"Chirp... Chirp—"

However, one of those wishes clearly didn't come true, because whenever she was about to sneeze, she had to stop the cleaver. Thus, the groaning sound of the cutting board and her little sneezes were like two parallel lines that could never overlap. As one finished, the other appeared, which only made the sound of the sneeze more prominent.

"Younger Brother~"

Older Sister's slow voice came from the Hall. I could already imagine the hint of smug smile curling up at the corner of her mouth from her teasing tone.

"Do you know? The beasts in the Jungle are actually very cunning. They never eat raw meat thrown by the roadside. So, in order for the Amazons to capture them alive, the place where they administer the medicine is often their hidden stored food or on the bodies of their cubs, making them feel, 'This is my own thing, so there can absolutely be no danger.' This is common sense from books, you know."

"Dong—"

When she said, "This is common sense from books," I seemed to hear the sound of a taut string breaking in my ears. Then, the tragic cutting board let out its last wail in its life, cut into two complete halves by a great strength before my dumbfounded gaze.

Was that... the sound of a sanity line breaking?!

"Are... are you okay?"

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Morrissa. I always felt that something was brewing in the depths of that pool of stagnant water expression.

"Chirp—, completely... Chirp—, nothing!"

She didn't even spare the corpse of the cutting board. She indifferently glanced at the cleaver in her hand, then continued to chop fiercely using half of the cutting board.

And in my opinion, adding a gritted-teeth "completely" before her unchanging catchphrase already speaks volumes.

"May I be so bold as to ask again, why is it so cold?"

I shivered and hugged myself tightly, carefully raising my hand to ask again. I glanced around, startled—the entire kitchen was covered with a layer of sparkling ice surface. The humid kitchen air gradually began to condense into tiny, pure white, icy cold solids, floating down from less than one centimeter from my eyes.

"This is... Chirp—, a very normal phenomenon. Chirp—!!"

Morrissa, gripping the cleaver tightly, turned her head to look at me and replied. Her crystal clear eyes were like an Eternal Ice Wall, and the sharp cleaver was shaking right before my eyes.

To add something, it is currently desert climate, and the time is midday. The sun in the Sky is bigger than a washbasin. Although I really wanted to say something about this, facing that person and that cleaver, my courage somehow leaked away without a trace.

"See, I told you. The more you pay attention to her now, the more energetic she gets in making trouble," Older Sister said lazily, lying on the chair, complaining to me as if I had returned from a snowy night.

"It's not like you weren't provoking her," I rolled my eyes, shaking off the snowflakes from the top of my head and shoulders one by one.

"Provoking her a bit when it's stuffy and hot seems to have a pretty good effect," The icy world of the kitchen had become a cool breeze by the time it reached here. Older Sister cupped her cheek, her beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

It seems Morrissa has been treated as a human air conditioner by her.

Not long after this, it was lunch time, which made my heartbeat quicken.

"Chirp—"

"..."

"I say, why won't you learn?"

At the dining table, I covered my forehead, looking helplessly at Morrissa, who was standing respectfully to the side. The effect of the medicine seemed to still be exerting its remaining strength; her little sneezes were still non-stop, and even her originally fair little delicate nose looked a bit red.

I turned my head to look at the tabletop. In front of me and Older Sister, there was a plate each of grilled mushroom skewers and grilled vegetable rolls with a distinct Arabian style, and next to them were carefully sliced roast meat slices, thumb-thick and palm-wide. Older Sister's side seemed no different.

The problem is, on my side, there were fully several dozen skewers, almost enough to be described as piled high, and over twenty slices of tender and fatty meat slices. Even a ravenous Barbarian probably couldn't finish it. While looking at Older Sister's plate, may I ask, are those mushroom stems and meat scraps? Is the portion for ants to eat?

"Master, Chirp—"

It was time for Morrissa's clumsy acting skill again. I saw her pretending to constantly wipe away the tears that didn't exist in her eyes with her pale little finger.

"Home, Chirp—, is so poor we can't even lift the lid off the pot, Chirp—. Even the kitchen's, Chirp—, cutting board, Chirp—, was taken by me to, Chirp—, pawn, Chirp—. There really, Chirp—, isn't any extra food, Chirp—, to give to extra guests to eat, Chirp—"

"Nonsense, you're talking nonsense! The cutting board was thrown away because it was cut in half by you, right? If you're going to talk nonsense, don't do it in front of the person involved, idiot! If you want to achieve two things at once, find a better reason, fool..."

"No way, Chirp. Hmph—"

Facing my aggressive gaze, Morrissa puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away, and she even added a light snort at the end of her sentence, which was very irritating.

"Forget it, forget it. Younger Brother." At this moment, Older Sister waved her hand towards me with a face full of calm smiles.

"I didn't expect Younger Brother's home to be so poor. I, as an Older Sister, am truly a failure."

Sighing, Older Sister actually completely disregarded the countless flaws in Morrissa's wording that could be mocked and continued her words. Conspiracy, it's another conspiracy. You ungrateful Little Dot Princess who brought this upon yourself, this time I really won't cover for you anymore.

"As siblings, shouldn't we share the good and the bad?" After saying that, Older Sister blinked her eyes and sat next to me. It seemed she was planning to share this Barbarian-sized portion of lunch with me.

"Of course, we can't mistreat the house servant either. I'll leave my plate for you, Little Maid."

Ordering Morrissa to sit in her original position, she picked up the tableware. Sanwu Princess, unwillingly and sneezing, looked at the vegetable scraps in front of her, which was only enough for an ant's meal, close to tears.

"Moreover..." Older Sister's gentle smile instantly turned bone-chilling.

"You can't be extravagant and wasteful, right? Then during the time I live here, the supply should just be according to this portion."

"..."

Older Sister, are you trying to starve Morrissa to death? Are you planning to live here for a month and watch Morrissa starve to death?

"By the way, during this difficult period, you absolutely must not hoard food. My eyes can easily detect it. The rebellious behavior of a Handmaiden hoarding food but letting the Master go hungry..."

The last sentence made Morrissa, who was originally looking slightly annoyed, seem to receive a huge blow. Her expression changed, and she sneezed even more happily...

Uh, she completely sealed off Morrissa's last way out. It seems Older Sister really doesn't plan to show mercy anymore.

"Come, Younger Brother, ah—"

Opposite the pale-faced Morrissa, Older Sister unhesitatingly moved her hot buttocks onto my thigh, forked up a piece of meat slice, brought it to her mouth, and smiled sweetly, full of anticipation.

"Dong dong dong—"

The resounding footsteps on the stairs echoed inside the cylindrical building. Morrissa fiercely buried her body in the Bed. The sneezes from her mouth were still non-stop, and her stomach below was rumbling even more. From last night until now, she had only eaten a small bite of the drugged Roasted Meat. As for that bit of meat scraps just now...

Hmph, I absolutely won't eat the thing left behind by that arrogant woman.

Thinking of eating, Morrissa's stomach rumbled even more happily. Although there was a little rations in her Inventory, she didn't dare to eat it. If she was caught by that hateful and terrifying woman, wouldn't she be completely defeated?

"Chirp—, I can't help it, I can't wait any longer..."

She rubbed her itchy nose and pulled out a book from under the Pillow. If the titles of the previous books only filled the cover, then this book didn't even spare the back.

"Improve Your Status, Teaching You How to Kick Away the Female Master - Ultimate Handmaiden Chapter - You didn't see wrong, this is already the Ultimate Chapter. After reading this book, you will no longer be a Handmaiden. For details on subsequent Strategy Guides, please see "Keeping His Tenderness, Teaching You How to Become a Qualified Wife - Wife Entry Chapter"."

Holding the book in her hand, Morrissa immediately became like a peerless swordsman gripping a sword. There was nothing else in her eyes. Her focused expression was such that she probably wouldn't notice even if the surroundings were on fire.

After a long time, she closed the last page. Her completely focused pupils gradually dissolved, and her five senses seemed to just return to her body. She stretched her numb limbs a bit.

She was surprised to discover that, she didn't know when it started, but her own cheek was actually like it was burning. Her chest was like a drum beating, constantly pounding. A strange thing was flowing out from there.

She took out a mirror from the antique cabinet by the Bed and faced herself. What was reflected inside was a face that was stunningly beautiful like a doll, with a hint of blankness. At this moment, two patches of hazy red blush were quietly blooming on it like night roses.

"Only... only to defeat that hateful woman, that's all. It's not... for that Idiot Master—"

As if trying to convince herself, she murmured softly to herself. She threw away the bronze mirror and desperately buried her unfamiliar face inside the quilt/blanket...

"Gu~~"

After a long time, a faint, barely audible wail came from inside the quilt/blanket.

(end of chapter)