The Sold Daughter Was Doted On So Much That She Was ‘Unfrozen’ In Her Place Of Servitude

Chapter 24

Holiday Schedule.

“On the next day off, I’ll make a stepping stool,” Schwarz-sama declared as he served the second helping of hashed beef.

By the way, to avoid my having to go back to the kitchen for seconds, the dining room had a serving cart with a large pot (hashed beef) and a frying pan (buttered rice) on standby, and the general himself was serving rice.

Although serving is my job as a servant, he won’t let me handle it and instead said, “Please let me serve you.” Hmm…

…Anyway, about the stepping stool, is it because I almost fell off the chair earlier?

“I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful from now on, so you don’t have to go to any trouble for me.”

To my apologetic remark, Schwarz-sama furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously and asked,

“Are you planning to climb onto a chair again?”

“No, I’ll try to find another way…”

“Can you grow taller if you try hard?”

…That’s impossible.

“This time it wasn’t a big deal, but if you make one wrong step, it could be a disaster. How have you been cleaning other high places besides the cupboard?”

…If I say I’ve been doing it the same way, will he get angry again?

He let out a deep sigh at my silent nod.

“Anyway, climbing to high places is prohibited until a stable stepping stool is made. When you need something, ask me instead.”

“…Yes.”

Once again, I have a prohibition that only benefits me.

“But do you really need to make it? You can buy it at a store, or you can have a lumber or furniture shop make one to your liking.”

To my reasonable suggestion, he stopped his spoon with a difficult expression.

“To be honest, I’ve been lacking exercise lately.”

“…What?”

What are you talking about all of a sudden?

Schwarz-sama continued his words,

“When I was on the front lines, I ran around day and night, and couldn’t get enough food or sleep. The capital is peaceful and the food is delicious. If I keep this up, I’ll just get fatter and fatter.”

Th-that’s not true…

“Eh? But don’t you teach swordsmanship to your subordinates at work?”

When I asked if he was getting enough exercise, he replied,

“That’s no different from training with a scarecrow.”

A veteran had a different opinion.

“Besides, I’m the type who can’t move without a purpose. Doing something out of the ordinary can also be a change of pace.”

I see, so that’s why he’s trying to do carpentry work.

“If you enjoy making it, I have no objections, but…”

I prefaced before bringing up the main point.

“If it bothers you, should we reduce your food intake?”

As soon as I asked, Schwarz-sama gasped in disbelief and his lips trembled.

“Is that torture?”