VIP Chapter 270: Iaar’s Hesitation (2)
“Young Master, there are some things in ‘Blackening 300 Questions’ that Iaar just doesn’t understand.”
It was an afternoon in a small house in the capital. Will returned home from school and was eating potato pancakes baked by Iaar, served with the freshest tomato sauce, when Iaar asked him this.
“Haven’t you been reading it for years? You practically have it memorized. Why are you asking about it now?”
Will was eating happily, taking a big bite. He seemed to have burned his tongue slightly and stuck out his tongue, panting.
In Iaar’s eyes, this scene made him look especially cute. So, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the tomato sauce from the corner of his mouth.
“It’s precisely because I can understand some things now. After thinking about it carefully… I feel like it teaches Iaar to take the initiative a lot.”
“Oh?”
“Like question 200, question 166, question 97… and many others, they all encourage Iaar to step out, to do what she thinks of, and not to keep it in her heart—is this a bit repetitive?”
Iaar wondered if her understanding of ‘Blackening 300 Questions’ wasn’t deep enough, leading her to interpret different questions as having the same meaning.
She was waiting for Will to shake his finger like he used to and say, “No, you need to understand more,” or even tap her head with a pen.
Unexpectedly…
Will hugged his arms and nodded.
“That’s very good. Compared to what the words alone taught you, you can now integrate them into your own understanding naturally. It’s commendable.”
“R-really? Then… then Iaar’s understanding…”
“Mm. It’s correct.”
“Mm?”
“You probably didn’t realize it, but I taught you by filling in what you lacked.”
“?”
Iaar’s ears perked up on her head, seeming very confused by this statement.
“Some people instinctively want to deny others, to deny their own feelings; others can’t see their own feelings clearly, can’t see their own hearts.”
Will cut the potato pancake, picked up a small piece with a fork, and brought it to his lips, blowing on it to cool it.
“But you’re not like that… You don’t deny yourself, nor do you deny others. Your thoughts are very simple.”
Then, Will held up a piece of the potato pancake and aimed it at Iaar.
“Try one. I made it very well today, just a bit hot.”
Iaar obediently leaned in and took a bite.
“You’ve always lacked the initiative to express your affection, what you lacked was the courage to take that step…”
She always remembered—
That day, the potato pancakes she made were very sweet, and with the tomato sauce, they were sweet and sour.
They were delicious.
Young Master had fed them to her.
Therefore… they tasted even better.
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Now, Iaar was stepping forward with “the courage to take one step at a time.”
“I feel like something is a little off here today, but I can’t quite explain it.”
Iaar walked along the path leading to the Royal Palace’s main gate, holding up the skirt of her maid outfit because the hem tended to drag on the nearby weeds.
It was a custom-made maid outfit from the Hysterm Family, the one she had worn for the longest time, and the one she felt best displayed herself to her Young Master.
Therefore, she didn’t want to get it dirty.
The weather today was sunny and beautiful. In late autumn, it was a rare “warm” day. Before winter, it would be hard to find such a warm autumn day.
However, after Carver’s visit last night and telling her such a “truth,” Iaar couldn’t feel warm at all.
Even hugging her tail, she couldn’t feel the warmth she usually felt when hugging it.
Iaar’s thoughts were very simple.
She had never cared whether her Young Master was truly engaged to the Royal Family.
She had never cared whether her Young Master truly had someone he loved.
She didn’t care at all if her Young Master had truly eloped with someone.
What she cared about was only…
That she was her Young Master’s unique, the one who had stayed by his side for over ten years, the one he was willing to devote his time to cultivating, his most proud little maid.
The little maid who, no matter what, would bring him “security,” bring him “peace of mind,” and would “never betray him.”
She was the one who would cherish him for a lifetime.
The one who would cherish him forever, even if everyone else perished.
So, faced with someone like her, would he… truly abandon her?
Carver must be lying to her.
She would personally, personally prove Carver wrong, prove to him that Will needed her, desperately needed her.
Find him, find him, find him, find him.
Tell him, tell him, tell him, tell him.
That she was…
“Caw—!”
A crow cawed from the woods, and then a flock of crows, with their “caw caw caw” eerie calls, flew up from the trees. They were as black as a dark cloud, soaring towards the sun on the horizon.
Iaar raised her head. It was early morning, but the faintly lit sky, paired with the black crows, gave her a strange sense of desolation.
She had seemed to think of many things in an instant, her heart feeling like it was screaming, wanting to roar something out…
Was it because…
Her heart, wanting to see her Young Master, was too excited?
Or was it…
Raising her head, she realized she had walked very, very far. The gate of the Royal Palace was just three steps away.
Would her Young Master truly abandon her?
‘Blackening 300 Questions’, Question 2: Repeatedly ask yourself, do you understand him? Do you understand all of him?
“I…”
She was the one who understood her Young Master the best, right?
The one who understood her Young Master the best.
Absolutely the one who understood him the most!
Therefore, she should know the most about him, his thoughts, and what he desired.
Would he be happy? Would he truly be happy if he were confined to the Royal Palace after getting married?
No.
She understood her Young Master the very, very, very best.
She remembered even the books he had written so clearly.
She would not allow anyone to doubt this feeling.
Therefore, she would definitely make it clear—
Just like this…
Boldly stepping forward.
Just as he expected, confident and proactive.
“Hello. Sir, we meet again.”
She said calmly to the guard at the Royal Palace gate.
Only…
This guard was a little different from usual.
Every time, the guard standing here seemed lethargic—because Iaar was used to waking up early, and whenever she arrived at the Royal Palace, the guards who had pulled an all-nighter hadn’t been replaced yet.
But…
Today, he…
Seemed exceptionally energetic, as if he had slept well and had just been brought on duty.
“Oh? Miss, you’re here again. Are you here today to… to see Young Master?”
The guard spoke, but the moment he did…
He froze.
Because he also felt something was off about the person in front of him.
Before, the Half-Beastman, who called herself Will’s maid, had always been cute and even a little timid. But today…
She was exceptionally “terrifying.”
Her gray eyes were wide open, as if she absolutely had to get an answer, staring fixedly at him.
Her usual friendly smile now seemed to carry a hint of playful malice on her face.
“Yes.”
“Excuse me, can I see Will today?”
