It Seems That the Slave Girl Is Actually a Count's Daughter. - Episode 12: The Nighttime Battle

Episode 12: The Nighttime Battle 

As soon as I had Pamela get out of the bath first, I immediately kicked Shiro out. After waiting a while, I got out of the bath myself. I had to calm myself properly. It was almost time for bed. If the situation was the same as yesterday, Pamela should be wandering around in just a bathrobe. 

Thinking that, I stepped out of the bath—only to find Pamela sitting on the sofa, looking down shyly. She was wearing a sheer, bright red negligee. She was covering her front with both hands. Her face was tinged with embarrassment. 

Wait, is she… not wearing anything underneath? No, she is. But it looks like there’s barely any fabric at all. 

“Uh… Pamela? If you’re embarrassed, you don’t have to force yourself. Did Shiro say something to you?” 

“E-El-sama…? N-No, that’s not it. I just… wanted to try wearing it myself.” 

Pamela widened her eyes slightly at my words. But it was only for a moment. She quickly lowered her gaze again, her cheeks turning a soft pink. It contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. 

I glanced over at Shiro, who shook his head side to side. So it really wasn’t him. This must have been the shop clerk’s doing. Should I praise them for a job well done, or curse them for putting unnecessary ideas in her head? 

At this rate, I wouldn’t know where to look. I had to get her to put something else on. But how…? Oh, right. 

“Pamela, if you stay dressed like that, you’ll catch a cold. Here, wear this until you go to bed.” 

I handed her a bathrobe, and she put it on without resistance. Good. Now at least she looked decent. It seemed like she had been embarrassed too. Because she accepted the bathrobe right away. If she was that shy about it, she didn’t need to push herself to give me such a ‘service’……. 

— 

There was still some time before bed. I decided to use this time for studying—specifically, summoning magic. I needed Pamela to learn it. 

“First, I want you to learn a summoning spell for riding. As the first step, you need to know about summoned beasts. Here, which one do you like?” 

I opened the relevant page in the summoning beast encyclopedia and showed it to Pamela. I wasn’t planning to show her every single creature—many of them were either worshiped as guardian deities on this continent or existed only in fairy tales. 

If she saw them, she might start wondering. Why do I know about these beings? Why do I have a book like this? She might suspect something was off. The knowledge and this encyclopedia itself shouldn’t even exist in this world yet. 

I realized—I wanted to keep things as they were with Pamela. 

“Hmm… This one is fluffy and cute,” 

She said, pointing at an illustration. 

“…Fenrir, huh? You don’t really see them around here. But it says they can run on rough terrain better than a horse.” 

But wouldn’t that make it super noticeable? I was hoping for something more low-key……… But when it comes to summoning beasts, the first impression is everything. Admiration and belief are key. 

“Fenrir………. So they really exist?” 

Pamela stared at the illustration, speechless. Well, the drawing did look like a fluffy dog. If even Pamela mistook it for one, then the people of this world would probably assume the same. Even if she rode on a Fenrir, they’d just think, “Oh, she’s riding a big fluffy dog.” That should be fine. 

“Alright, then it’s settled. This will be your summoned mount.” 

“That was… fast.” 

Pamela placed a hand on her chin. She looked deep in thought. Wait, did I decide too quickly? But honestly, I doubted we’d find a better option. Fenrir had both offensive and defensive abilities—it was a perfect fit for Pamela. 

“Alright, let’s start learning about Fenrir. If you get sleepy, just say so. No point in studying if you can’t focus.” 

“O-Okay… Is it really okay, though? Choosing a creature from fairy tales so easily…” 

Pamela mumbled to herself. To reassure her, I reached out and patted her head. Her face melted, soft and sweet. It was like ice cream under the sun. 

Uh-oh. That face is dangerous. If she looks at me like that, I’m just going to fall for her even harder! 

Suppressing my pounding heart, I began the lesson. If she could hear the thudding in my chest, there’d be no turning back—I’d have no choice but to kiss her and push her down.

—

The study session went smoothly. Pamela seemed to have taken a great interest in summoning magic—her eyes sparkled with excitement as she listened intently. Several times, she leaned forward. And each time, her chest pressed against my arm. By the end, she was practically glued to me. Uh… what? 

When I checked the clock, I realized that it had already passed midnight. This wasn’t good. We needed to sleep and prepare for tomorrow. Pamela didn’t seem sleepy yet, but rest was important. 

“Pamela, let’s stop here for today. Tomorrow is the real test. You should rest and get your condition in top shape.” 

“Understood. But I must say, I was surprised! I never imagined Shiro was a summon beast specialized in defense. I want one too!” 

Pamela’s expression turned dreamy, as if she were imagining the scene. I felt a small pang of jealousy. 

“Then after Fenrir, we’ll aim for a White Tiger summon beast.” 

“A White Tiger?” 

“Yeah, a White Tiger. Shiro isn’t just a cat summon, you know. Shiro is a White Tiger. Have you heard of them?” 

“Y-Yes… Now that you mention it, I think I read about them in a book of legends from the East…” 

Pamela furrowed her brows. She was trying hard to remember. If she did recall, things might get complicated. So I decided to end the discussion for today. 

“Alright, I’m turning off the lights.” 

I put out the magic lamp that illuminated the room, plunging everything into darkness. Then, using [Small World], I softly lit up my hands just enough to navigate. I turned on the bedside lamp before deactivating the light magic. 

I lay down first. But Pamela didn’t come to bed right away. No way… 

“Pamela?” 

“S-Sorry to keep you waiting.” 

Wow. Just as I expected—she took off the bathrobe. The dim light cast a sultry glow over her sheer red negligee. It made it look even more provocative. I couldn’t see her face clearly, but I was sure it was flushed bright red. 

Pamela was truly devoted. As a man, I should probably respond to her feelings… No, no, I can’t. 

“Pamela goes through all this effort, even though she’ll just be put to sleep in a moment,” 

Shiro whispered near my pillow. He was making sure Pamela wouldn’t hear. 

Yeah, I know. I feel a little bad, but… please forgive this cowardly me. 

Pamela hesitantly slid under the covers and immediately clung to me. Something soft pressed against my chest. This is bad. It’s thin. It’s smooth! 

“Good night, Pamela. Sweet dreams.” 

“Good night, El-sama.” 

Pamela’s grip on my arm tightened. And her eyes shone with determination. Was this her way of saying, “I’m not going to sleep tonight, no matter what.”? Unfortunately for her, without resistance to magic, she wouldn’t be able to stop what was coming. 

“[Sleeping Beauty].” 

Pamela’s breathing soon became calm and steady. That should do it. 

“If you’re holding back because of me, Master, I can leave and stay in the next room.”

“You don’t need to overthink it.” 

“Wouldn’t it be better if you showed her a little affection?” 

Shiro pressed on. Why was Shiro so nosy? I could do things properly when the time was right. Now just wasn’t that time. 

“Didn’t I do enough of that in the bath?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Shiro’s tone made it clear he was exasperated.