The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

361 – Scene 361# Adoptive Girl

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“Too bad! “You guys are the only ones going!”

Michaela puffed out her cheeks and waved her arms. Opposite she was the silver-haired princess, Bella Isaac Hel, sitting in her elegant posture.

“Bella! Are you going to leave me behind and go play?”

“I didn’t know because Tristan didn’t tell me the destination. Besides, she didn’t know that Michaela wanted to go there so much.”

“Ugh… That… But…”

“Don’t be too upset. Next time, I will ask Tristan to take Michaela with me.”

“Joy… Will he listen to you?”

“I don’t know if they’ll listen, but if it’s what I say, they’ll pretend to listen.”

“I don’t understand. What on earth is good about a guy like that? Huh?”

Michaela, dressed in a maid’s uniform, was lying on the plush sofa in her living room. Her posture was very disheveled, but considering she was only a teenage girl, it could be seen as a posture appropriate for her age.

“Miss Michaela. You have to maintain her dignity. She should sit up straight.”

“Don’t change your mind. “What’s so good about him?”

Michaela asked Bella, the daughter of the Isaac Hel family who served her and her favorite.

“Huh? Tristan That guy is a villain…”

“I’m not a villain anymore. “The way he speaks is an unmistakable villain.”

“Pig… ” .”

“It’s been a while since I lost weight. “Sometimes people make fun of me because I’m a muscle pig, so it’s not wrong.”

“Just the title of count…”

“If you marry me, you will be able to receive the title of duke. Ah, but if it were Tristan, he might reject it because he likes the earl’s tone better.”

“… Ah, anyway! Are you really planning on getting married? “No matter how cruel he is, aren’t you too precious to marry someone like that?”

“Miss Michaela. First of all, what I want to point out is that it was Tristan who closed to me first, not me. It’s like I took him out because I felt pity for him. If anyone hears it, it will seem like I’m hanging on.”

“Even if I make a pitch, I have to make it a bit more believable… “I’m completely in love with you.”

“Hmm…”

She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t say that it was love at first sight. She honestly said that at first she noticed his looks. After that, I liked her confident attitude her her her, rather than being intimidated in front of her.

But her heart goes through a crisis.

Tristan suddenly changed. He gained weight and became somewhat gloomy, leading to the downfall of the Isaachel family. As if that wasn’t enough, she suddenly accepts Bella as her fiancé. In fact, a forced engagement. I wanted to have him as my spouse someday, but it was never going to be that way.

I didn’t even want to return to my old personality or appearance. He just wanted others to respect him and at least realize that he was doing something shameful. He hoped that he would stop using his power to pressure other families.

Then one day…

He learned about the Ruel Bertha family and the curse placed on him. He said he did not want it to be passed down to his children. And I learned of Tristan’s determination to break the chain of curses.

From then on, Bella’s heart started beating again.

“… Well, to be honest, it’s also because there’s no other man like him.”

Bella saved others, but she was never the one to be saved. As a master of swordsmanship, she is stronger than most men. No, in 1:1 situations, he has skills that surpass that of a knight commander. She is Bella, saved by no one. It was her Tristan who saved her not once, but twice.

‘Especially the second one…’

-I will save you… I will save you…

Just before falling off the cliff, the sincerity that came out of my intense heart.

-He’s the person I love… !

Bella lowered her head, covering her own face. If she could, she wanted to convey what she said back then.

“You… “What were you thinking that made you feel ashamed?”

“… About my dark history.”

“Huh?”

“Everyone has a dark history…”

“But. In that case, my dark history is now.”

Michaela clicked her tongue and ate a cookie from her tray. It’s been about fifteen days since she came to work as a maid for the Ruel Bertha family. She is absolutely God, and she is her creation… It was unsophisticated to work as a servant for a count, but she couldn’t help it. The more you look good to him, the more likely you are to get out of this world. All you have to do is endure this shame a little longer.

“Now that I think about it, the maid uniform suits you well.”

“Joy. That’s because it suits me well. “It would be harder to find clothes that don’t suit me.”

Michaela grinned at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her corner of her. No matter how you look at her, she is cute and cute.

“Hehe. No matter how you look at it, that dragon… Oh, no. “I’m much better than that kid.”

“Yes? Ah… Wendy? “They’re both cute.”

“Cute? Hehe… Well, that’s fine. You better be careful, right? He will catch up with you someday.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let down your guard. Because he could become your competitor.”

“Wendy… Are you going?”

Bella thought for a moment and then laughed.

“Miss Michaela. “I know Wendy is cute and lovely, but isn’t it a bit much to say she’s my competition?”

“Hey… Why do you think that?”

“Well, Wendy is still a child.”

“Kids grow up fast. “If you close your eyes and open them, you will become a mature lady.”

“Even so, would Tristan see Wendy as her lady? “I wonder if she is actually a daughter.”

Although she made many mistakes, she was a lovely girl who did not give up and tried hard. At first, when she saw that Tristan had made her his his his exclusive maid her her her, she thought he wanted to keep her by his side her her and harass her her. However, he actually took care of Wendy and comforted her. She sent her to school and even brought her family to her mansion to take care of her.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was thanks to Wendy that Bella was able to see Tristan again.

Anyway, Bella cared about Wendy as much as Tristan cared about her. The innocent, innocent girl with many tears grew up growing up under the attention of the two people. Okay. Just like a daughter.

Michaela said as if she could see through Bella’s thoughts of her.

“Okay? “Then how about taking Wendy in as your adoptive daughter?”

“Yes?”

It was not unusual for nobles to adopt the children of smart or pleading commoners. But…

“But for Wendy, her parents are alive and well…”

“If you think about Wendy’s future, don’t you think her parents will be against it? No matter how prestigious a school he graduates from, a commoner is still a commoner. If you want to find a better spouse, wouldn’t it be better to have a nobleman as your parent?”

“Hmm…”

After listening to it, it seemed like what Michaela said was right. Wendy is intelligent. She showed potential in academics, in swordsmanship, and even in magic. Considering her abilities, Wendy must be too talented to remain as a commoner.

‘Wendy as her daughter…’

In fact, the age difference was too vague to say she was his daughter. To put it bluntly, I thought she was like her younger sister, with a slight age difference.

Still, she didn’t think it would be a bad idea to have a daughter like Wendy. No, she rather wanted to have one. I wonder if any parent would reject a child as adorable as Wendy.

“Once… “I need to discuss it with Tristan.”

“Okay. Try that.”

Michaela smiled at herself. She didn’t like the fact that her partner was Tristan, but Bella was a special and precious child. No matter how wayward Michaela is, she can’t help but wish Bella happiness.

However, Bella had a tendency to be overconfident about her own charm. She approached men when they approached her first, but since she had never approached a man herself, she lacked much experience. If she had been a common man, she would have followed Bella without even trying, but her partner was Tristan.

While Bella was struggling, her competitors came rushing in. Tristan now has two… No, she is planning to get married to three people.

It’s rare in this day and age, but getting married with 3 people is amazing. Michaela didn’t want her Bella to have any more competition.

And she decided to preemptively rule out Wendy, a girl who was likely to soon become her competitor. It will happen if Bella and Tristan accept Wendy as their adopted daughter.

‘Well, Bella doesn’t seem to think of Wendy as her competition, but…’

Michaela said that when she was in paradise she saw the power of God. She explains how Wendy became a warrior. And how beautiful she became when she grew up to be a warrior.

If Bella had seen that, she would definitely have felt a sense of crisis.

“Tiger… No, even the squirrels come when I tell them.”

“Yes?”

“Mi, Michaela!”

The person who opened the door and came in was Wendy, the clumsy maid.

“Ha, I’ve been looking for you for a while…”

“Yes? Me? Why were you looking for me?”

“Well, it’s still time to work…”

“Bothered. “It goes well without me.”

Michaela took another cookie from her tray and put it in her mouth. Wendy was appalled when she saw that.

“Well, you can’t eat that because it’s for guests…” ” ” !”

“It’s really tight. It doesn’t matter how many you eat. Right? “It’s Bella.”

“Ahaha… But…”

Anyway, Tristan knows she went beyond the gate because of work. So no one can nag her in her her mansion her her her.

Wendy, her exclusive maid her her her, could not treat newcomer Michaela carelessly. Of course she was not her god, but she was too timid to say anything.

“Oh, no… I have to go to work quickly…”

“Why? What day is today?”

“That’s not it, here now…” ” .”

“Oh my. Have you been drinking honey here?”

“?!”

The moment Michaela heard that voice, her back straightened without even realizing it.

“Hehe… Do you like selling it? Newcomer.”

I forgot.

There is one more person in this mansion who can nag her besides Tristan.

A woman in a black uniform appeared behind Wendy… Aslan’s vice-captain and Tristan’s henchman.

“Hello… Go…”

“I should add you.”

“What are you doing! I am God! Instead, you should call me ‘nim!'”

“Can I call you Nimmi?”

“What?!”

Reaper… No, he’s an idiot who doesn’t communicate well. The madness hidden in that humorous smile was enough to make Michaela tremble with fear.

“B-Bella! He’s harassing me! “Please stop me!”

“Michaela, you have to go to work now.”

“Bella! Even you!”

“Well, I said I should go to work quickly…”

“If that crazy b*tch is coming, tell me that first!”

Tduduk.

An eerie sound was heard from Helga’s fist

Michaela took a step back.

If she were in paradise, she would have been easily overwhelmed! An ordinary girl here. Nothing more, nothing less. And Helga knew that fact well.

“Now that you’ve eaten the cookie, it’s time to empty your stomach. Michaela Niemi.”

“Ugh! Do not come! Don’t come! You crazy b*tch!!”

In the end, Michaela, who was playing around, was caught by Helga and scolded.

“When washing dishes, you must use warm water… That way the grease will come out…”

Michaela was washing her dishes next to Wendy. She was truly miserable.

“Like this… “If you clean every nook and cranny thoroughly, it will become neat.”

“There is no need to tell you all these things… ?”

“Is that so?”

“You just have to wash the dishes. What do you teach? It’s a simple thing.”

“You’re amazing Michaela… Well, I got scolded a lot because I wasn’t good at even simple dishes…”

“… Joy. Well, since I’m God, isn’t it natural for me to be better than you? But aren’t you the exclusive maid? Why are you washing the dishes?”

“When the Count is not at the mansion, I also take care of the house’s chores… Oh, and I’m still not very good at writing lyrics… Joe, I thought it would be good to practice a little…”

“Practice?”

-To be a good bride, you must be good at housework. That’s the basics.

Myohail said that to Wendy.

She received a promise from Tristan to marry her, but she was uneasy about that alone. It was also because she vaguely knew that Wendy herself was not suitable for him.

‘Well, still…’

Wendy was determined that she would be a woman worthy of his bride. She decided to do what she could.

The first lyrics. Of course, Wendy was a maid, so she could at least do the lyrics…

Clink.

As for the lyrics…

Clink.

“Now, you might do well…” ” ?”

“… Are you saying you’re good at it now?”

“But today is a new record! I only broke two…”

“How many do you usually crack?” .”

“… About 7…”

“Hey. It’s a new record. Amazing. It’s amazing.”

“Chi, are you complimenting me?”

“Of course it’s not a compliment. You idiot. “You have to rationalize yourself appropriately.”

“Miss Michaela!”

“Why? “You idiot.”

“Oh, I’m not an idiot! Um, you have to call me senior…”

“Huh?”

Michaela was shocked and asked back.

“What kind of senior is a kid like you?”

“The Count told me to call him that…”

“Hey?! That… !”

“Mikaela told me to tell you if you don’t call me senior…”

“… Oh really! Got it! Senior Wendy! That’s it!”

“Lol…”

“Ugh. They say it’s nice. Clean up the broken dishes. “Senior.”

“Yes!”

She smiles so brightly just by calling me senior. Wendy answered cheerfully and skillfully cleaned up her broken dishes. I don’t know how to explain why she’s better at cleaning up broken dishes than washing them.

Michaela, looking at her Wendy, opened her mouth.

“Hey. “Senior.”

“Yes?”

“Shall I tell you some interesting news?”