Chapter 7 Request

"This friend of mine hasn't changed. She's still very brave to answer me," he whispered just enough for me to hear. "Should I punish you, Ysabelle?"

For me, they suit each other. A woman who can resist and oppose a windy man like Prince Dern.

The Prince looked at me. He let Ysabelle eat peacefully.

"Kalea, I'm just here to order you." Prince Dern continued carving. He is now sitting across from me.

I guess I have no choice now because I am the only servant of the five Princes. It's unfair, isn't it, there are five of them while I'm the only one? Also, they are big enough to have a babysitter!

"What?" I had no appetite for questions after I poured water into the glass I was going to drink.

"Bathe me."

I almost choked on what I heard, so I coughed. I just felt someone caress my back and when I looked back, it was just Ysabelle. She gave me a small cloth to wipe my mouth.

"W-What? I'll take a fvcking shower? Seriously? Are you out of your mind?"

His forehead furrowed. "I didn't understand anything else you said but yes, you will bathe me," he said authoritatively.

What is he, still a baby? She's so big as hell! As far as I can see, he has complete hands and feet to do that. He knows how to bathe alone.

"One of the tasks of Kharim is to prepare the bath of the Princes and follow the others they wish to command you." I turned to Ysabelle as if I still agreed with what Prince Dern had said.

Follow the other they want to order? Like, shall I bathe this one?

Are they both crazy?

"I don't want that!" my stubbornness.

Let him bathe alone! If I just prepare his bath I can still do it but bathe him? Oh no, that's another matter.

"Kalea." I turned to the one who called my name, Kharim Celia. "Stand there and follow Prince Dern's command."

I glared at her. Is she serious too?

Before I could complain to Kharim Celia, Prince Dern shook my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen.

"Hey, what? I will kick you! I won't bathe you over my dead body." I kept shouting at him but he pretended not to hear.

Until we finally got out and now he is still dragging me into the garden. I tried to get out of his grip.

My complaint is still constant but he still won't let me go.

"Will you release me now or will I kick you later?" I boldly threatened him. I will only pass him by in terror if my pleading is not effective.

It stopped walking. "I'll just let you go if I can make sure you don't run away from me."

I just stared at him. "What else can I do if I don't follow you? As if I have a choice. I won't run so please, let go of my hand."

Does he think I have something against him? No matter how brave I am or no matter how much intimidation I do to him, I still won't win. Compared to the two of us, he has power while I can only fight with arrogant words. I'm not like him. I can't escape him.

He looked at me with a smile before letting go of my hand completely. He kept walking and I grumbled to follow him. I glared at him. If I could just get rid of him, I would have kicked him before.

I think we are going to the lake now which is also in the garden.

"What are the words you're using? I don't understand because in all my life, I've only heard those from you. It's unfamiliar. Can you explain what kind of language you use?"

I'm dead now. When I'm angry, I can't stop speaking some English. If he hadn't teased me and got mad because of them, I would not have been able to use English words that he could not understand.

How do I get through this? He might even think I'm crazy because I'm making a language that I'm the only one that could understand.

Whatever!

"It's my own vocabulary, why?" I lied.

It's not obvious that I'm from another world because of my use of English words, is it? Because it's normal that everyone here has a unique ability in their unique world, it's also possible for me to be able to build my own vocabulary.

"I want to learn," he said. He sneered at me and showed on his face that he was really interested in learning.

I stared at him again. "I don't want to share it with you."

He stopped walking and turned to me. I also stopped and faced him.

"Please, teach me." He made puppy eyes with his puffy eyes.

Okay, I will admit it, he looks so cute! I averted my eyes because I seemed to be hypnotized by its yellow-orange eyes. His eyes seemed to have a life of their own and he was talking to me, begging me to follow his wishes.

"I will teach you but on one condition."

"What?"

"I won't bathe you."

"What? You're manipulating me but go ahead, I'll follow. If that's going to be in exchange for you teaching me your own language, I'll give in to your wishes. I agree."

I smiled. I nodded and then started walking. He accompanied me. I'm not in a bad mood with him anymore because he's easy to talk to. If he was always like this, we might get along.

"What word do you want to know?"

He stopped to think for a moment. "What is the other word "I am" in your language?"

"Hmm... 'me' or 'I'. The word I am is me or I," I repeated.

He nodded and thought again of what he would ask next.

Really? That's a simple term, he did not know?