The protagonist comes down with a cold. The Lord, who has never served anyone in his life, panics. He tries to boil water. He burns his finger. He spills tea on the floor. Eventually, he drapes his own (very expensive, historically priceless) military coat over the protagonist's shivering body and sits guard by the futon all night, grumbling about "weak modern constitutions."
He touched it like it was made of clouds. “This is… soft.” The protagonist comes down with a cold
, a former classmate who was the most beautiful girl in their class and earned the nickname "The Queen" due to her arrogant and strong-willed personality. He burns his finger
Not through punishment, but through necessity. He can't command the rice cooker. So he watches. He learns. The first time he successfully boils an egg, his stoic face cracks into the tiniest smile. That moment is earned. “This is… soft