I wiped the tears from my reddened eyes and sat down.
Actually, I almost cried.
âIâm glad I held back my tears.â
If I had cried, I was sure Madam Borgier would have found fault with me.
I didnât expect the boys to cling so pitifully, but it was clear that I did what I had to do.
Was that so? As if executing the only mission given to an extra, my mind soon became calm.
âI have to focus on my goals.â
Because now I was hanging from the top of an apple tree.
If I fell, I would be at least severely injured.
âHow do I escape?â
I looked at Madam Borgierâs eyes and aimed for a suitable timing. In the meantime, the carriage had moved quite far from the Forest.
âMadam Borgier⊠I want to go to the washroom, can you stop the carriage for a moment?â
Cold brown eyes stared at me.
âWow, eagle eyes!â
âWhen you become a member of the imperial family, you cannot go to the washroom at any time. When it comes to important meetings, like meetings with nobles, are you going to leave your seat at any time, impatiently?â
But, madam, this was not a meeting with the nobles.
âWhen you leave your seat, you will never know what kind of words come and go in the battlefield called the Imperial Palace. You must always keep your mind straight. Soââ
Madam Borgierâs lips twisted.
âBe patient.â
I blinked.
âAh, do I have to be dignified to become an imperial family member?â
From the beginning, I felt the will to kill a 12-year-old child.
If so-
âYes! Madam Borgier! Thank you for the great teaching.â
I said with excitement, and with my eyes lit up.
ââŠâŠ!â
Then, on the contrary, Madam Borgier flinched again.
She had eyes that wondered what on earth was I doing, âThis little girl, who had no sense of being damaged.â
âBut Iâm getting motion sickness. Can I open the window, Madam?â
ââŠDo you have carriage sickness?â
âThe Trees in the Forest usually walk. Other than during socialization training, I rarely ride a carriage. If thereâs an unexpected bump, Madam Borgierâs dress might be a messââ
âOpen it right now.â
This time, when I threatened that I would lose control, she quickly opened the carriage window.
I leaned over and looked out of the window to get some fresh air.
Madam Borgier didnât seem to want to check what I had eaten this morning, so she let me look out the window for a while.
Thus, after a whileâ
âAhâŠ! What to do! My scarf flew out the window!â
âForget about that cheap scarf.â
When I allowed my scarf to fly away and made a fuss, Madam Borgier calmly responded.
âEagle indeed, I knew she wouldnât even blink an eye.â
But what about this?
âBut, the embroidery on that scarf is a symbol of the Tree? It is supposed to be a gift to my parents later as a souvenir. For the Prince!â
ââŠâŠ!â
âIf I lose it, the Prince might be angryâŠâ
Madam Borgierâs complexion changed.
Hastily, she knocked on the carriage to get it to stop. Bang! Then opened the door and said to me:
âSit here and wait. Iâll get you the scarf!â
âYes, Madam.â
I answered with my eyes shining like a naive model student.
Andâ
Woo-hoo, I rubbed my nose and smiled.
âSheâs deceived. Shall I jump now?â
There wasnât much time. The scarf flew a bit far, but she would pick it up soon.
âSo letâs hurry.â
I pulled out the necklace and took out the magic tool that I hung as a substitute for the pendant.
Which was what the unidentified phantom thief boy gave me.
âThe contract is valid from today. Iâll come pick you up tomorrow morning. Press âitâ on the carriage and youâll have a way out.â
âPress this?â
âWill the phantom thief really come to pick me up?â
I glanced out the window, but saw no one at all.
He gave me a business card and told me about an appointment, so I suddenly thought that there was nothing I could do about it even if he didnât come to pick me up.
âDoesnât it sound like a scammer?â
He was wearing a mask, but somehow his impression seemed dirty.
His true form might be an old man who looked like a trollâŠ
But first of all, a promise was a promise.
Gulpâ I swallowed my saliva, closed my eyes, and pressed the magic tool with a prayerful heart.
Click.
ââŠâŠ.â
And it was quiet everywhere.
Nothing happened.
âWas I deceived?
âPpi-pi-pi! (As expected, I was fooled!).â
I stomped my feet.
âPpi-pi? (But, what does this mean?)â
As I looked around, the tiny ball of cotton reflected in the carriage window looked at me.
Black eyes, a pink nose, dainty, trifling ears, fluffy body.
âPpi?! (Huh?!)â
âI became a chinchilla!
The baby chinchilla flopped down in the seat with its thick buttocks.
âPpi-ppi (there is no such thing as thisâŠ).â
âHehehehe, I have such a trivial body.â
I despaired for a moment, but soon realized a shocking fact.
âNow that Iâm small, I canât take the treasure bag, right?â
When I looked to the side, surprise! I saw the bag had become as small as me.
In my mind, I raised the evaluation of the phantom thief boy to the next level.
Such a detail! It was so nice that I wanted to give him a kiss right away.
I twitched my butt(I couldnât help it with every step) and walked over to grab the treasure.
And smiled happily.
âPpi (Fufu, my treasureâŠ).â
âThis is not the time. Shall I get out of here?â
I hung the treasure bag around my neck and looked around diligently.
Then I saw a small hole under the carriage.
âThere!â
It was a necessary hole by design, and a human wouldnât be affected by that hole, but a chinchilla would be able to get through it.
âLetâs go.â
Whiik, tuck, slink, twitch.
Chop!
âUh, huh?â
I am stuck⊠My bodyâs chubby and itâs stuck!
âPppiiiii!â
I cried hard and pounded.
Bang!
The chinchilla, who managed to pull itself out, ran hard under the carriage.
***
ââŠHere it is.â
Madam Borgier picked up the scarf. She frowned.
âSuch a clumsy orphan. When we return, sheâll need rigorous education. It canât be a stain on my career.â
At that moment, a hand, holding a bloody magic gun, popped out over her head.
And then there was a clear and beautiful sound.
âBang!
Madam Borgier, who had been hit on the top of her head, fell sideways.
âMove her.â
âShhhh, move gently.â
After a while.
The grass shook and Madam Borgier appeared.
To be precise, it was a man wearing the madamâs dress and a sloppy wig.
The back zipper didnât go up, so the manâs hideous back was exposed.
This muscular man, with golden teeth flashing under his lips, pretended to be Madam Borgier, and calmly climbed into the carriage. Then, bang bang! He knocked on the door.
Whoosh!
Without knowing anything, the carriage started moving.
But soon a carriage in the middle row stopped, and a wizard with good sense got off, feeling something was strange.
He was Gerardâs escort wizard, the man who attacked Sislin earlier.
The wizard stopped the last carriage, opened the door and checked inside.
ââŠâŠ!â
And he hardened.
It was because Madam Borgierâs size was seriously blown up.
âWhat, what is this lump?!â
The muscular man, wearing a suspicious mask and stroking his shaggy chin, asked,
âIs my disguise not working?â
ââŠYou think that will work!!!â
Bang bang!
The magician was thrown backwards by the sudden shot of the grinning man.
It was then that Gerardâs carriage stopped.
âWhatâs going on!â
As soon as the escort who got off hastily asked for a horse, there was the sound of horse hooves around the quiet surroundings, and men gathered like a pack of dogs.
Seeing the red knots and oddly patterned masks hanging from the black horsesâ manes, the guardsâ faces turned pale.
âBalrog has appeared!!! âŠItâs Circeâs attack! Ah!â
The man who had been shouting turned quickly.
Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots being fired lightly was heard below the sky.
âStop them!â
Everyone tried to block them, but the men of Circe swept through them like waves.
Meanwhile;
Thunk, slink, slip.
There was a brave chinchilla crossing the chaos.
âHeuk-heuk, I canât run fast because my legs are short. Besides, the gun sounds are too loud. Itâs scary, itâs scary!â
Whoong!
At that moment, the sound of a strong black horse was heard nearby.
A boy in a mask with trump diamonds studded under his eyes was running towards her on the horse.
âPppiii, pi (phantom thief boy)!â
I, as a chinchilla, warmly waved my little paw.
The boy grabbed the reins of the running horse in one hand and reached for me with a flexible tilt of his upper body.
Then he curved his hand like a scoop, whooshâ and he caught me naturally.
Like ice cream from a store with 31 flavors, I was contained in a âcircleâ, âChinchilla Flavorâ.
âPiii (Nice to meet you!)â
The masked boy grinned, keeping eye level with the chinchilla on his palm.
âHello, cutie.â
âHello, Annette.â
The little Annette was lovely, and the boy smiled.
I was overjoyed, and as a chinchilla, my ear twitched.
And I exclaimed through my little front teeth.
âPppiiii (Letâs goâŠ!)â
The boy tucked me into his front pocket and rode his horse briskly.
Circe, who destroyed the princeâs procession in an instant, followed Balrog (whom his son disguised as) and escaped the scene like a low tide.
The sound of cheerful laughter and horseshoes reverberated across the sky.
ăThe Obsessive Male Leads Want To Eat Me Alive, END of Volume 1.ă