Chapter 25 – Everyday Life
Next day.
“Majesty. The meal has been prepared.”
Violetta looked at the food in front of her eyes.
Small and large plates were placed one after another, and various foods were plated on them.
Dishes close to works of art, not only in terms of preparation but also in taste. It was indeed a royal meal.
Except for one thing, a few utensils necessary for eating are excluded.
‘No forks, no knives, no spoons.’
Violetta’s big eyes trembled slightly.
After hesitating for a while, she asked her exclusive maid her, Clara, a question.
“…… Fork and knife? I can’t start eating at this rate.”
“Yes? Ah… Whoop.”
Clara tilted both of her heads to say that she didn’t know what she was talking about, then covered her mouth and let out an airy sound. Violetta’s eyes her trembled even more.
“Why, why are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry. But Your Highness is suddenly making a silly joke. Fork and knife…… Whoops.”
“…… Where the hell is that funny?”
“Well, Violetta-sama, you don’t know how to use a fork and knife, right? A spoon, of course. She always used her hands to eat, but when she suddenly asked for utensils, I must have laughed involuntarily out of embarrassment.”
“…… I know how to use a fork or knife.”
“Ahaha!”
“…….”
Clara had a truly flawless smile. She didn’t even look like she was laughing. She was just giggling in Violetta’s face, as if she had just heard a funny story. Like she can’t help but laugh.
Violetta felt like an idiot. She doesn’t know how to use a fork and knife. Even a 5-year-old can write that much.
‘Do you really think I’m an idiot?’
He bit her lip tightly in her resentment.
Clara didn’t even seem to know how strange she was talking. Literally, it seemed that common sense itself had been reversed.
She laughed for a while longer and then ran out of the bedroom. Even before she closed the door and left, a forced smile spread across her face her. She wanted to yell at her for a cool laugh if Violetta was going to do that.
I try to suppress her uncomfortable feeling of her. Violetta quietly looked down at the meal prepared in front of her. It was delicious, but only the menu was difficult to reach without tools. Violetta took a big deep breath and then picked up the one that seemed easy enough.
“Oh…….”
‘It’s hotter than I thought.’
She was started and let go of the rest of her hand. She thought that with a little exaggeration, her fingertips were ripe.
Picking up and eating food with her hands without her utensils took longer than she thought.
From the selection of the menu, there seemed to be some malice.
In some cases, there are foods that are easier to eat with your hands than with utensils, but those foods were completely excluded from her diet.
All of them are soft and mushy and hard to pick up, slippery and slip through your fingers, and only ones that have a lot on your hands and feel strange to the touch. As mentioned above, being overly hot was a bonus.
In order to eat something hot, you have to wait until the food cools down, but the taste of the food that has cooled and blown up is hard to say with empty words.
In particular, the ice cream prepared as a dessert was a spectacle. This was too cold to eat. Even if you put your hand on it, it melts quickly because of the body temperature, which doubled the embarrassment.
In order to eat a piece of ice cream, I had to endure the gooey juice dripping from my hands. It fell all over the clothes and the floor, and it was unpleasant. I thought it would be better to just leave it than to force myself to eat it.
Apparently, I had a pretty good life until yesterday. It was as if my quality of life had plummeted to the ground in an instant.
“What do you think. Did you have a good meal today?”
After finishing breakfast, lunch and dinner, the man visited. Even after seeing him humiliate for a day, he asks questions without hesitation.
Violetta had many things she wanted to pour out to the man. She didn’t want to show off a tough spot. She had little self-esteem left. She replied with a frown on her face.
“Yeah, it was worth doing.”
“Oh yeah? I’m glad you were satisfied. Then… You still have no intention of inviting your friend Elena Gretchen to the palace?”
“No. No matter how many times I ask, my answer is no. I have absolutely no intention of selling my friendship for a mere blackmail.”
“Okay…?”
The man gave a sullen smile and grabbed Violetta’s hand without hesitation. In an instant, her hands were sealed, and she blinked her eyes in bewilderment.
“Hey, let this go.”
She twisted her body around, but her hand her, which was tightly held by the man, did not budge. He broke his hands her and twisted them, completely blocking any resistance. Evil from Violetta’s mouth! A scream came out. In that state, the man opened his mouth.
“Isn’t today enough to taste? From tomorrow, it is forbidden to use your hands. In the future, put the bowl on the floor. When you eat, stick your nose in the bowl and eat only with your mouth.”
“Yeah, that’s the way dogs would eat.”
“I know. From now on, you are a dog, not a human.”
“…… !”
It was a very derogatory word. But it just didn’t sound like a joke.
“Eat like that for about a week, then ask again in a week.”
The man gave a short notice and left the room.
***
“Your Highness, the meal is here.
“…….”
Violetta silently looked down at the dishes Clara had left on the floor.
Indeed, it seems that the man is determined to make the words he uttered last night come true without making a single mistake.
Violetta squatted on the floor, staring at her plate her, then absentmindedly reached out for her hand her.
Widely!
Then, someone quickly approached her and slammed her hand her.
Surveillance personnel who are always in the bedroom. It was a viola. For some reason, she had stopped masturbating and was doing her duty by monitoring Violetta closely for the first time in a long time. Perhaps she was assigned the role of watching Violetta not to use her utensils or her hands while she was eating.
“…….”
Reluctantly, Violetta began to stretch her face towards the bowl in front of her. On her plate her was a red steak cut into chunks.
Pooh-!
She had been severely cut, and small pieces of blood splattered. It’s not about undercooked, but it’s just a level that I think it’s not cooked. It’s hard to even call it rare. It was a steak that would be thrown as food to dogs, not humans. The tendons of her were so tight that it seemed impossible to chew them all down with a human jaw. Most of all, the smell was too strong, probably because it was barely cooked.
…… Woo.
In the end, I couldn’t eat it all and had to spit it out. It was not edible. Violetta’s eyelids fluttered and she brought her sleeve to the corner of her cheek.
Widely!
“No.”
She tried to wipe the blood from her face, but Viola stopped even that.
“During the meal, the only thing Violetta-sama is allowed to do is to support her face her down. Other than that, the use of hands is forbidden in any case.”
The viola calmly and softly explains. The content of the words was unreasonable. This made it more appropriate to call it a paw rather than a hand. No, the animal’s paws can also be used in a variety of ways.
“What…”
Unreasonable. But no protest could be made. In the beginning, Viola was just a puppet carrying out the orders given to her. It was not a conversation partner.
In the end, Violetta had no choice but to calmly suppress her resentment of her.
Growing-
It was all full of unfair work, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t keep hungry. She resumed her meal.
She passed the spit-out steak and turned her face to the next plate. It was a plate of soup. It was not a dish that could be eaten without using a spoon according to common sense, but there was no way to do it. Violetta stuck out her tongue and started licking her soup.
Little bit little bit
Compared to the undercooked steak, this was definitely edible. There was also a taste.
However, no matter how delicious it was, the experience of sticking your nose in the plate and licking the soup was not very pleasant.
By the time she had eaten all of her soup, Violetta’s face her was messed up. In particular, the sight of the pale yellow soup sticking out of her nose her, as if decorating the tip of her nose her, was quite comical.
Violetta then took her gaze to her last plate of her. It was a bowl that looked like a bowl of dog food, but it was filled with water.
‘Would you like to quench your thirst with this?’
Not even thank you
He bit her lips until they bleed. She carefully licked a few sips of the water from her bowl. I wish I could drink it in one gulp, but it was difficult because the water was shallow. It was a structure that was difficult to inhale easily. After taking a few sips, she felt thirsty for no reason.
The prepared menu ended with that.
Undercooked steak, soup and water.
Not only did her hands her become unusable, but the quality of her meals her was noticeably reduced.
-From now on, you’re not a human, you’re a dog.
Those cold words kept ringing in her head.
