Before dawn.
In the stables.
The maid lady didn't know what to do. She just remembered some old clothes she could give to Silas. The size might be right.
After all, the weather was getting cold. Other people going out to work had nice thick clothes, but Silas always seemed to wear the same thing. She didn't want her "little brother" to be looked down upon.
"Little brother, I have some clothes here..."
"Little brother?"
But before she could hand over the clothes, she saw Silas glance at her, tilt his head, and lie right back down.
"..."
She was startled.
She almost thought something was wrong with Silas.
But his breathing was steady; he was sleeping soundly. Was he just sleep-dazed a moment ago?
Zzz...
His sleeping face was so cute.
Lying on straw must be very uncomfortable.
"..."
Driven by some strange impulse, the maid lady knelt by the hay and placed Silas's head on her lap.
Eh?
His breath was hitting her belly.
Why was she doing this? If he woke up, he would...
Whatever.
Since it's come to this, she'd cover her little brother with a blanket first so he wouldn't catch a cold.
The maid lady calculated her chores. She had to wipe all the porcelain in the front hall of the mansion before morning... wasting a little time here, she should be able to make it if she gritted her teeth.
Step.
Who's there?
"..."
Scared her to death.
It was just the brown mare moving.
Want to eat?
The maid lady struggled to reach for the fodder; her breasts inevitably pressed against Silas's face.
"Ah."
Her face turned red instantly.
She had never had such close, intimate contact. Though she had fantasized while rubbing her own nipples before, masturbating to him.
N-No.
Her little brother was a rising trainee knight.
She endured it, finally reaching the hay and throwing it into the stall.
Munch, munch.
The mare ate happily.
"..."
The more she watched the horse eat, the more she fantasized about Silas crawling onto her chest, drinking like a baby.
Her thighs began to press together uncontrollably.
Should she leave?
But if she left now, he would sleep uncomfortably.
Secretly...
The maid lady rubbed her breasts through her clothes, crushing the increasingly erect nipples.
"..."
What on earth was she doing?
As her body trembled slightly, a sense of guilt welled up.
To actually take this opportunity, facing her little brother's innocent, handsome face... to do such a thing.
Was she still qualified to be his big sister?
She spent an agonizing half hour. Countless times she wanted to leave, but she couldn't bear to.
"...Maid lady?"
Silas woke up.
"Eek?!"
She couldn't help but shiver.
"Why am I on big sister maid's lap?"
"Just now, I saw you looked uncomfortable sleeping, and I happened to be free."
Great!
He was still willing to call her big sister!
"Right, here are some old clothes. Aren't you going out to work with the Count's men? Change into something decent. They should fit you."
"..."
Silas looked; they were indeed better than the patched clothes he was wearing. Although old, at least they weren't mended.
They probably cost a lot of copper coins.
"Alright! I still have work, so I'm leaving! Look after the horses well."
"If you're hungry at noon, come find me. I prepared some good ingredients."
"..."
Watching the maid lady walk away, her butt swaying.
[Character: Maid Lady] [Intelligence: No obvious threat. Blowing in her ear is her weakness. Blowing on her navel is also her weakness.]
Hiss.
This damn ability wasn't turned off yet.
Silas quickly turned it off. It wasn't just the drowsiness from anti-addiction; he really had been exhausted to the point of falling asleep as soon as his head hit the "pillow."
Now, using it briefly, he felt it again.
But how did her navel become a weakness after one sleep?
He rubbed the back of his head. A lap pillow and breathing on her belly... was it added temporarily?
How long did he sleep?
The horizon was turning white.
He was hungry too. Unfortunately, the maid lady didn't bring food this time. Consuming mental and physical energy... it was definitely useful; he didn't need to observe and think about where a weakness might be. This thing summarized it directly.
"..."
Thinking, Silas adjusted his "equipment."
Sure enough.
It was back to a state of no desire. The lion was sleeping.
He stood up, about to toss some hay into the stall, but found there was already some inside. Was it the maid lady?
Was it a bit inappropriate to treat her as a meal ticket?
Mmh.
But while he was sleeping, she must have done something to be that panicked. Taking some interest was only right.
He grew hungrier.
"Any problems with the horses?"
Finally, the groom came to take over the shift.
"..."
Silas saw someone he didn't want to see for a while.
"Hey, big bro."
Who was this again?
Not even a grandson-level descendant of Fiona.
"Finally waited for you to finish. The Lord seems willing to provide us with a richer breakfast. you don't have to eat that groom breakfast that even dogs won't touch."
"..."
As soon as he said that, the old groom's face turned black.
"Where do we eat?"
Silas didn't care. He was truly hungry.
"Just follow me."
"I was called by the Lord as soon as I woke up. He said we leave this morning. It wasn't supposed to be this fast."
"..."
Silas didn't care about that.
He just wanted to eat. He wanted to know if there was anything better than bread and eggs.
"Seems like that guy finally realized the conflict between the Royal Capital and the Church is really about to explode here. He can't wait any longer."
"..."
They came to a side courtyard.
A small table had been set up here, and the breakfast was indeed rich, as the guy said. There was even a plate of smoked meat.
The old Silas would have looked down on such a thing, but now he just wanted to grab it and gnaw.
"Not bad, right? After all, we're the knights working for him; we can't beat bandits without strength."
"Sigh."
"Did you see a nun come here? Very beautiful, doesn't feel like an ordinary nun."
"..."
Silas's chewing paused for a moment.
"I suddenly feel like this place isn't a great choice. I might get rolled into something bad. After I finish this job and get the money, I'm planning to run away. How about you, big bro? Want to come with me?"
"..."
The meat lost some of its flavor.
Silas had no home in this world. He had no specific place he wanted to go; frankly, he didn't even know what the world map looked like.
Speaking of which.
Rose and Elisa were both in this small town. The former was difficult, the latter... he had already kissed her. She also wore white silk stockings in her boots; were stockings common in the Royal Capital of reality?
If he planned to pick up a member of the royalty, even a fallen one. Try her out, see if it's too much trouble... if it's too much trouble, he might just dump her.
Would he be chased down and killed?
"We'll see."
Silas swallowed the meat and replied casually.
Even if she was a character generated based on the Princess as a template, Silas couldn't find the same feeling as in the game. After all, the Princess in the game was already completely in his "shape."
In reality, whether she was "small buns" or not was still hard to say. Finish the official business first, then come back and see what to do with the real Elisa. He could only blame himself for feeling her breasts. But if you don't feel them while kissing, when are you supposed to do it?