Masters, Are You Going To Imprison My Sister? - Side Story 12

Side Story 12

Last night, it snowed heavily.

The black sky had turned white and cloudy.

When I woke up in the morning, the world was painted white. Snow piled softly on the floor, and houses and mailboxes were covered in white. I poured warm milk into a cup while admiring the white world reflected in the kitchen window. Now add honey to make delicious honey milk. I grabbed my cup and headed to the living room window. I came to the table between the sofas, put down Yuria’s share of honey milk, and sat down.

It snowed a lot today, so we decided to take a break from the clothing store, so Yuria was knitting leisurely while buried on the sofa. I am making a Christmas present to give to myself and others.

“Who is that a gift for?”

“Ah, this is for Emma. Yellow gloves.”

“It will be fine.”

There was Christmas in this world too.

Everything was the same as the previous Christmas, but the implementation date was different. It’s been a long time since December, but it’s still a long way from Christmas. I picked up the book I had left on the armrest of the sofa again. Thinking about what kind of Christmas present to give Yuria. It was a relaxing time.

After that, the usual time passed.

Time for Isley to visit, handed flowers, and small chatter as we walk around the house.

“Aren’t you going to work today?”

“Yeah, not today.”

As Isley was arguing that it was a good day off, something white and round hit the side of his face. It was a snowball. I opened my eyes wide in surprise. As I turned my gaze to where the snowball had flew, I saw local children giggling behind a tree.

Oh, you threw it. these pranksters.

“… Are you okay?”

I fixed my eyes on Isley again. It’s ridiculous that this person, who was scaring me, was hit by a snowball. It seemed that he welcomed the children on purpose.

“Of course it’s fine. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Isley wiped the snow off his face and looked back.

“you… Are you going to throw again?”

The children squealed.

“He got us!”

They rolled their eyes again and started tossing at Isley. Then a ball of snow flew towards my face. Then a huge hand blocked the snowball. The shattered snow, clogged by Isley’s palm, fell to the floor. Before I could say any thanks, he ran to the children. Thus, a 5 to 1 unfavorable snowball fight began. Originally, one side was supposed to be at a disadvantage, but in this fight, the five sides were severely pushed back.

The children were pursued by Isley, who looked like a snow bomber, and ran away. Laughing to see if it’s fun. It was a good sight to see. I watched it with Shelley, who clung to me during a snowball fight. I watched it with Shelly clinging to me.

Eventually, the children lie on the floor, apparently exhausted. Isley looked up at the sky in the same way and lay down in the snow. It’s embarrassing to feel this kind of sentiment, but I thought that Isleyi’s figure lying in the snow was like a painting. If I had a cell phone, I might have taken a picture of him unconsciously. I shook my head and threw those thoughts away. Then I approached Isley. He was hit in the eye, and his clothes were covered in snow, and his face was more reminiscent than usual.

“It is fun?”

“Yeah, it’s fun.”

Isley said with a smile.

“Aren’t you a little childish?

“What?”

“Enjoying a snowball fight like this.”

“Why is that childish? I like snowball fights too. like this.”

Then I put my eyes together and matched Isley’s face. The lump of snow on his right eye spread white. The snow, broken by the impact, falls to the floor along the curve of the face. Isley laughed quietly.

“Isley, do I look childish too?”

“… No.”

“That’s…”.

He paused for a moment and then said.

“Rather, I think it’s cute.”

You don’t even know it’s shameful to say something like that. Isn’t it shameful? It was because Isley’s face, which had only been red on his cheeks and nose until before, had all been dyed the same color. It wasn’t just the face. From the ears to the neck, everything had changed like an apple. I feel ashamed of myself too.

“It’s noisy.”

I threw the snowball at Isley again. The target this time is the mouth. Isley let out a shudder, and spit out his eyes.

“Lala, Lala, let’s play together!”

Then one of the boys, David, shouted that and jumped up from his seat. He smiled brightly and ran towards me. As I tried to pick up the child, I stopped and fell backwards.

“Ah.”

Thud! When I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, I was lying on the floor. James was in my arms. James is taller and more chubby than the other kids, so putting it on my body made it difficult for me to breathe.

I took a deep breath and raised my upper body.

“Layla! Are you okay?”

Isley rushed to me.

All the other children, including him, started running to me. James, who is out of my arms, worries about me, saying he didn’t know I would fall. In the midst of the waterfall of ‘Are you okay?’ I lost my mind for a moment. I think I need to calm down first. I took a deep breath and said.

“Everyone calm down. I’m fine.”

No, it’s not okay.

As soon as I tried to get up, I felt pain. I clenched my teeth and stood up using the tree as a support. After that, I walked around to check the condition. It wasn’t very painful, but it was difficult to walk. In the end, after walking for a while, I had no choice but to sit on an abandoned wooden crate nearby.

Isley knelt in front of me and sat down.

“Wait, excuse me for a second.”

“Huh?”

He started fiddling with my legs with a worried look. It seemed to check my condition. I thought for a while whether I should tell him to stop because it’s okay, and then I decided to just stay still.

“I don’t think it’s broken.”

“It doesn’t break that easily, just… I think I sprained my leg. Very slightly.”

“It hurts a lot…?”

Isley looked up at me with a gloomy face. Are you sad that I got hurt? I wanted to comfort him.

“No. It doesn’t hurt very much. It’s just a little sprain, isn’t it?”

“I’ll help you up. no… I’ll move you!”

“It’s okay!”

“I’m not okay.”

Despite my refusal, Isley was firm. He carried me into the princess’s style. No matter how lightly he lifted me, I thought for a moment that I weighed less than a kilogram.

“There is my house near here, let’s treat it there.”

House? Hearing this, I was surprised at his one-sided proposal, but realized that I had never been to Isley’s house. I heard that he had bought a house nearby, but I couldn’t tell exactly where he lived. Isley knows where I live very well. Seeing this made me realize that I was really indifferent to Isley.

Isley looked at me in the face and shook his head.

“No, no. Even if you don’t like it…”

“Okay.”

“Huh? what?”

“Okay.”

Normally, I would have refused to go to his home. His proposal is burdensome, and we will arrive at his house in 10 minutes or so. But I wondered how Isley was doing. I was worried about whether this master was cleaning well and how he was eating.

Isley nodded with a serious face and took me home.

Isley’s house was located nearby, as he said. His house was larger than the others and had a red roof. In the yard, there seemed to be a moderate amount of grass growing, apparently not paying much attention to it.

The living room is simply decorated. There is a sofa and there is a desk. There are paintings on the walls, and cute wooden carvings and porcelain figurines stand above the fireplace. It seemed like a moderately professional touch.

When he lived in a mansion, he never  worried about taking off his clothes and messing up the room… But it seems to be  pretty clean.

If you can clean, then why did you do it back then? Why are you trying to torment me? When I think about it, it’s really annoying. So I glared at Isley. He widened his eyes as if surprised.

“Why, why?”

“It’s nothing.”

I stared at him and turned my head.

Upon entering his house, Isley seemed very nervous. Because he behaved as stiff as a piece of wood and kept stuttering. He even makes his face red and sweats. Because the fireplace was not lit, the temperature inside the house was rather chilly.

“Is it cold? Wait for a moment.”

Isley sat me on the sofa and headed towards the fireplace. The distance between the sofa and the fireplace was very short. But Isley tried to fall three times on the way to the fireplace. Everyone who saw it was worried about it. After returning from the fire, Isley took my coat and hung it on his hanger. After that he tried to take my shoes off to heal the wounds. I took his hand.

“I will take it off.”

Isley nodded his head as if he had gone crazy.

“Uh, uh…”

He brought a cold wet towel and put a cold compress on my leg. Every time Isley touched me, I felt ashamed. It wasn’t very often I had other people touch my feet, so I was just awkward. At this point, I slightly regretted coming to Isley’s house.

After some time the pain had subsided, Isley got a bandage from somewhere and wrapped it tightly around her ankle. There were minor mistakes, such as dropping the bandage on the floor, but it was pretty good.

“… That’s good. Did you learn to give first aid?”

“Yeah, there are a lot of injuries when doing things like training. So I learned a little bit.”

He lifted his hand from me after fixing the bandages.

“Are not you hungry?”

I looked at the clock on one side of the wall. It’s past twelve o’clock. Slowly, it is time for lunch. Does it mean you want to go eat? I thought I might be able to see his eating habits when we eat together. Nodding my head, Isley headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. After a while, the sound of hard ingredients being used, the sound of something being boiled, and a delicious smell came from it.

“What are you making?”

“Ah… That’s soup, soup!”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen Isley cook, Are you good at cooking?”

“No, I cook only the soup I’m making now, I’m not very good at it….”

“That mean you just eat soup all this time?”

“I eat soup, but I often buy the food.”

“It’s not good to buy food everytime. It’s healthier to make it at home and save money.”

As soon as I uttered those words, I touched my forehead. Really, why am I doing this? Again, I blew it away. I didn’t mean to do this, but my mouth was moving uncontrollably.

Isley said happily.

“Then I should buy a cookbook.”

After a short cooking time, what was presented to me was cream soup with chicken and vegetables. I couldn’t eat it all because Isley’s eyes were constantly looking at me.

When I went home, I walked with his support. Again, Isley offered to move me, but my legs were fine and I was sorry to be carried or hugged by him. As soon as I got to my house, Yuria looked at my ankles and immediately sat down. And with a worried look on her face, she scrutinizes the condition of my legs. I told Yuria it was okay, but I had to be treated like a patient throughout the day. The day passed like that.