It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

That was a sudden accident that happened carelessly.

As the sound of a heavy crate falling on the floor rang all over the room, I was taking one of them with one hand up.

"Oh, my lady..."

My head couldn't handle what had happened, and I had stopped thinking while holding the crate, and I returned to me in the voice of Tütte.

"Oh, this is, uh"

I hurriedly threw the crate I had over there, looking back toward Tütte in a hurry, and then I was stunned.

The moment I looked back, she took a step back. Carve a look of fear there...

Terror.

This is the rejection of others.

Many times in my previous life I felt sympathetic to my plight and was given the look of pity and sadness. But by no means did the person who dealt with me reject me. A person like that wouldn't bother coming to my hospital room in the first place. Even in this world, all I've ever dealt with are families and servants who take care of me.

So this pulled face I've never seen before directed at me by Tütte tightens to grip my heart.

"Um..."

(I have to say something, I have to make excuses. But even I never thought I'd be able to lift that heavy thing)

Thoughts don't come together well in guchugs.

While doing so, the servants who heard the noise push them to the barn to see if they had figured out the situation and if there were any injuries to me, and try to take them to the room.

I was surrounded by grown-ups and taken to my room irresistibly. I gave up thinking.

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It's been a few hours since then, late at night when everyone's asleep.

I was alone in the room, sitting in bed and shaking. I haven't been outside a step since then, and I'm pulling.

I didn't want to see anyone now. Especially to Tütte...

Also, the fear that might give me that look is making me cower.

(You thought it was a monster about me, you absolutely hated me... never thought I'd be so afraid to be rejected)

Make him laugh masochistically looking at the ceiling.

And that's when I heard a knock on the door.

"Um... lady..."

From beyond the door I hear the voice of Tütte, and my heart suffers to be gripped Gyuuuuuuuuuuuu.

"Ha, don't come in! Leave me alone!

When I rush out of bed, I lock the door.

I could understand what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself, there was a young self there who couldn't think of anything else.

"... your daughter's... anger... is most appropriate..."

(Huh? Anger?

I clear my ears in front of the door to Tutte's words that I never thought I would.

"I, in that case, had to protect my daughter from danger… and I was scared, and I couldn't move a step"

(What are you talking about? If you cover me up there, Tütte's gonna get hurt badly, right?

Still unable to wipe the thinking of ordinary people, I had not realized the absolute difference that I was a nobleman and she was a civilian, but also a hired person.

"I am!

Tütte, whose voice will be louder once.

"... For the first time, when my daughter was born, and my husband told me it was your job to take care of this child, I felt like I saw a point in my life. Since then, three years… I have been studying a lot to help my daughter…"

My voice is getting smaller and smaller.

"Yet... my feet snapped at the heart of it... yep, I was so cute I couldn't take a step..."

A temporary silence ruled them both.

"Ma'am... it may be a good idea to say something like this, but please, give me one chance right now. Please... let me be by your lady's side...

The last one was creepier, maybe he was catching tears.

(I'm an idiot. I was only thinking about myself. the same in my previous life but I was all about living and didn't think about others)

She was also anxious.

I guess that was from my regret for myself for not being able to do anything and my fear of being disillusioned by me and destroying that role.

"Lady... please... be with you..."

Tütte's voice creeps with tears to see if the fears and thoughts of the past have come true and broken.

Three years.

For three years, she has raised herself "just for me".

(Now that I think about it, did she scare me? Then why did she come to the room? Now, I'm not the one who refused like this! Afraid of rejection, I didn't reject myself)

That makes me regret my actions so far. What a small thing in my heart. Tears crept up unknowingly.

"Sorry, Tütte... sorry... scared me, sorry..."

When I noticed, I was opening the door and apologizing in tears as the girl stood in front of me.

She looked down and desperately endured, and she sees my helplessness and pity, and she gets confused.

I repeated "I'm sorry" in front of my room that night, and my voice, beeping and crying, wooden spirits all over the mansion, baffled the grownups.

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For the record, about my softened crate lifting...

"Oh, is that it? My husband was told an anecdote about lifting a rock bigger than himself at the age of five, so I was surprised that you were my daughter, but what was that?

And I smiled and Tutte told me. Awesome, My Father.

(Yeah, is this hereditary? No, what do you think?... because I'm not working out at all, am I?

It's going to be a little while before it turns out what this power of mine is.