VIP Chapter 281: The Spring of the Beast-Eared Maid (4)
“You… why are you saying these things? Can you tell me?”
…I asked.
Will took a deep breath. After asking this, he could feel the tension of Iaar’s icy magic forcing him backward significantly lessen.
That’s right. At least he could act on his own will now, so that period was over.
Since it was Iaar who had given him hope in the end, he could finally relax.
“I…”
Iaar obediently lowered her hands and head, mumbling and unable to speak.
She looked like a student who was suddenly called on by a teacher to answer a question, knowing the answer but not knowing how to articulate it.
Seeing this, Will breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, the “feeling” Iaar gave him was still the same as before – that of a little maid who obeyed him.
“It’s okay. You’re in front of me, so say whatever you want.”
Will looked at Iaar with what he thought were “gentle” eyes. Of course, he found it difficult to maintain such an attitude.
“It’s hard for me to describe my current… current feelings… because Iaar is always very… very anxious now.”
Iaar slowly raised her hands and placed them on her chest. Her eyes dared not meet Will’s directly, only daring to look slightly below his eyes, her trembling vision fixated on his lips.
“It’s like, Iaar is scared… scared of Young Master getting hurt…”
“Whether it’s a fall, a scrape, or having her heart tormented by other bad women… Iaar… Iaar is so scared…”
“If Young Master were to get hurt like this, it must be… it must be because I didn’t protect him well enough…”
“So, when I saw that eye, Iaar… Iaar wondered if it was a curse left by Treya.”
“Because…”
She paused, and then, surprisingly, boldly raised her head and looked at Will again…
And his eye.
Her foot, which had already stepped back, wanting to leave, firmly planted itself.
She took a deep breath, as if making a decision, before finishing the rest of her sentence:
“Because protecting Young Master is Iaar’s duty by Young Master’s side.”
As Will listened to Iaar, he noticed that when she spoke the first half of her sentence, she hadn’t dared to meet his eyes, especially his left eye.
But…
He also noticed that when Iaar spoke the latter half, she boldly raised her head and looked him directly in the eyes.
…
Undoubtedly, this was where Iaar differed from the “original work’s jilted woman.” She had overcome her timidity and, for the “person she liked,” she could bravely take a step forward and speak her heart.
Instead of shrinking back like a coward every time she needed to express her feelings loudly.
“Yes, Iaar… that’s exactly what I think!”
She was very happy, like a child who had successfully answered a teacher’s question, and she showed Will a joyful smile.
However, Will fell into a brief silence.
If she began to grow from here, then… did she also begin to “blacken” from here?
The first two people he had subtly influenced both began to “blacken” along with their “transformation.”
From this perspective, where did Iaar begin to be “dyed black”?
Was it out of protectiveness that she wanted to eliminate anything that seemed “dangerous”?
But Will felt it was more than that.
There must be… there must be some deeper, purer, and simpler “emotion” driving the current Iaar.
Because Iaar, whose tail was wagging excitedly in his presence, had always been a simple person.
“Mhm. But, don’t be afraid. It seems this purple eye, besides letting me see more things and no longer being nearsighted, doesn’t have any other functions.”
Will released the hand he was using to support Iaar.
“What’s wrong? Young Master, is there anything else you need me to do? Iaar… Iaar apologizes again. Can… can I ask Young Master to completely forget what just happened?”
Iaar was very sensitive to his every move. As soon as he took his hand away, she seemed afraid Will was angry, and used her soft palm to cup Will’s departing hand.
Her eyes seemed to still carry a hint of the tears she had shed while speaking, her gray irises reflecting Will’s shadow and the brightly lit window behind him.
…Alright.
Will admitted.
Although he asked such questions in an attempt to “fish” for the source of Iaar’s “blackening,” her sincere answer, her radiant smile, and the warmth of her gentle hand holding his…
As he was “touched,” he also felt a sense of guilt.
Iaar had indeed given him a ray of light at a time when he felt completely controlled by “yandere” characters and filled with despair.
When she held his hand, perhaps because they were in this room, he felt as if he had returned to the past.
“Alright, alright, I’ve forgotten. Do you have anything else to do?”
“Iaar might need to clean the courtyard. That way, we can sit in the courtyard like we used to.”
“Mmm…”
He was contemplating a question that could elicit more information.
If the Iaar before him was so “proactive,” then it was obvious that her “obeying his orders” was like a leash around her neck.
Will looked at the glittering silver collar on her neck, with her name written on the side.
When you tie a dog with a leash, the dog is often “controlled” by you and doesn’t show its true nature.
Therefore, he now needed to…
Release the leash.
“Iaar has done a very good job. Both in saving me and bringing me here… you’ve done very well.”
“Mmm…?”
Iaar tilted her head. Hearing such praise, her expression didn’t change much, but Will could already see her tail wagging so fast it was leaving afterimages behind her.
“So, I want to give Iaar a reward.”
“A reward!”
Her eyes lit up.
“That’s right. Whatever reward I can grant you now, just name it.”
“…Anything?”
Her ears perked up.
“That’s right.”
“Then… then it might be a little… a little too much?”
“It’s fine.”
Hearing Iaar’s question, Will suddenly felt…
Was it too risky to release the leash now? In a situation where they were alone in a room with no one else to stop them, asking this question…
It was like throwing himself into a fiery pit!
But it seemed there was no turning back from releasing the leash.
Just as Will was bracing himself for Iaar to pin him on the bed and have her way with him…
He heard an unexpected response:
“Iaar wants to hear Young Master’s response.”
