《Don't be Mistaken! I'm not a Reincarnate!》Chapter 8: Blue Savior

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Blue Lady immediately yanks me out of the Tormentor’s arms, and places me in a towel. Saving me from the burning water.

Tormentor stares up at me in Blue Lady’s arms, dazed and confused. She obviously doesn’t understand what just happened, it all happened so fast. First I was in her arms being lowered down into the water, then I screamed and zoom- I was in Blue’s.

‘Not that I’m complaining… after all I’m saved from the cooking pot.’ I stare up at her in respect. ‘It’s decided… Blue Lady you are officially my favorite person. Congratulations you outrank both of my parents.’

‘Huh? What about Alarm Clock?... Wait was that even on the list?’

Blue holds me safe in her arms and wraps a towel around me. Why does she look so worried and concerned? … There’s more to her expression but even with the Memory web I can’t fully describe it. I know this expression or rather it feels familiar yet I haven’t seen I haven’t seen it myself.

*sign* Even describing it to myself is difficult! I understand it but there isn’t any good suitable words for this ambiguous feeling! Damn it to heck!! Ugh!

Blue Lady bends down and tests the water, her brow furrows forming an unpleasant crease ‘eye’ on her forehead as she talks to Tormentor. Whatever their talking about it’s clearly something important, but I don’t really I care about it. I can’t decipher what their saying even if I could my mouth is to unreliable for legitimate communication.

But the true reason for my inattentiveness is that damn crease eye thing on Blue’s forehead! I don’t like it… I must… must flatten it… poke it out… poke it out! Make it gone! Curse my short flubby arms!

I get the feeling I forgot something… oh well… it must not have been that important if I forget it that quickly. Die crease eye! *flop* *flop*

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Blue Lady dresses me up and Tormentor gets out of the cooking pot to get something. Come to think of it… if Tormentor was trying to cook me why was she in there? Although, the world shown in Memory web wasn’t like this… wait, didn’t memory mention something about ‘all cultures are dramatically different’ ? Well, this world and Memory world are different and thus wouldn’t have the same culture, so… does that mean that people here have a thing for being boiled alive? Is it some kind of weird tradition? That’s sorta creepy to think about some how…

Anyways, Tormentor’s been in there for a while, it’s almost lunch time… *yank* *yank* Blue Lady go save Milk dispenser quickly! She might have:

a) drowned or b) boiled herself!

Either way I won’t be fed!

Milk Tormentor entered the room with a broken brush dangling out of her hair. She looks very ‘peeved’.

Is that also some weird trend I wasn’t aware of?

Blue Lady hands me off to Alarm Clock and briskly makes quick work of removing the brush. However Tormentor’s hair is an entirely different beast and so all of the maids currently in the house had to be called just to make it appear tamed even if it wasn’t really.

We only have maybe 5 maids total, and since they work in shift ‘pairs’ unless there’s a big celebration. So that means that there were really only 3 maids including Blue fending of Tormentor’s hair.

I was planning on waking her up in the middle of the night or rubbing my diaper off and pooping on her. However all of my feelings of hatred toward Tormentor for nearly boiling me alive and bringing me into this accursed world vanished. After all it’s really hard to stay angry when watching 4 grown women waging war and cursing at Tormentor’s hair.

Plus I haven’t eaten lunch yet.

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