Survival Strategy for Weak Territories! - Chapter 29

“Ahh… I failed.”

A man was murdered by his secretary again.

Klein was unusually depressed after his emotional outburst.

“I don’t know. Maybe I got a little carried away.”

He can do whatever he wants because he can start over anyway.

Since it can be reset anyway, it doesn’t matter what he does.

While this is true, the last time he did this, that idea worked badly.

He wonders if he has lost his reason and gone out of control because he made a move based on the premise of resetting.

“I thought the right way to get information out of people is by talking to them… umm.”

For some reason, he somehow can’t control himself.

Even if they had ordered the murder, he should not have felt so much resentment. He thought back.

But he shook his head.

That’s not right, he says, changing his mind.

“No, no, think calmly. If someone kills you over and over again, obviously, you’ll get angry… No, If someone tries to kill you repeatedly, it’s normal to get angry.”

It is also a problem if we take death for granted and underestimate life’s value.

It is a difficult balance to strike between these values, he thought to himself.

Usually, humans only live once.

At least, the idea of [You can reset it anyway, so if it fails, so be it.] should be changed.

Just as Klein is making up his mind, there is a knock at the door as usual.

“Klein-sama. Good morning”
“Ah, good morning Marie.”

Just as Klein’s mind wanders, Marie, the maid, comes in with her slow voice as a wake-up call.

She is always there in the morning, as usual. For Klein, she has almost become a symbol of peace.

Marie places a glass of water on the bedside table.

She opened the curtains, which were far from Klein, only halfway.

She wanted Klein, who tends to oversleep, to get out of bed and wake up immediately. This is the result of her finding a reason for him to get up.

It’s been a habit that has lasted more than five years.

“Hey, Marie.”
“What’s the matter, Klein-sama?”

Klein gets out of bed, opens another half of the curtains, and thinks about how to calm down.

He searched through his memories of happier times and realized he had had one episode with her.

“Can I smell your hair?”
“Heh?”

Two years later, he had a drunken fling with Marie at the harvest festival. He remembered burying his face in Marie’s hair while they were making out.

He remembered that her long brown hair was well-groomed, smelled good, and made him happy.

Okay, let’s change the mood.

Let’s bury my face in Marie’s hair.

With this thought in mind, Klein gets out of bed.

“I mean, I had a bad dream. I’m trying to counteract it with a good smell.”

“Ah, no, you mean…?”

But he must have made a mistake in the way he started the conversation.

Imagine if the lord suddenly comes up to her with his arms outstretched, saying, “Let me smell your hair.”

Marie turned around and tried to run away, not knowing what to do with this move.

“I, I, I don’t allow you to touch meeeeee!”

After touching her hair, he got into a good mood. She must have imagined that he would go through with it and do something else.

Marie’s face turned red, and she ran out of the room.

“Ha-ha, that’s a shame.”

He couldn’t create a sweet atmosphere and soak in happiness.

However, the prank succeeded, and Klein was in a good mood.

“I shouldn’t have done that so early in the morning.”

“Your excellency. Is something wrong?”

Then Brynhildr shows up in his place.

Klein was almost cowed whenever she came into the room.

This morning was slightly different.

“Hmm…”

In the heat of the moment, Klein also decided to play a prank on her. He did something he would never normally do.

“Hey, Brynhildr.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can I smell your hair?”

I wonder what her reaction will be.

Will she twist her face and look at me coldly?

Will she blush and show her maidenly side?

Or will she run away like Marie?

Klein waits excitedly for her.

She grabs a handful of her long, silky hair and holds it out to Klein.

“Here you go. Sir.”

“Huh? Uh, no…”

“Here’s a clump of my hair. Here you go, sir.”

Brynhildr’s expression remains the same, and she smiles as she offers a handful of hair.

This is the most likely response, and he should have expected it.

He could have guessed that this would be the most likely response, but―can he really smell Brynhildr’s hair?

Klein feels like he is tasting forbidden fruit.

The woman standing in front of him was, for some reason, very attractive.

“Well, you don’t mind?”
“No, I don’t mind.”

From the outside, Brynhildr has a very well-defined face and a perfect figure.

Her breasts are large despite their tightness. Her cherry lips are small and glossy.

Her hair is shining like silk in the morning sun. He noticed that he could smell her good smell even without taking her hair in his hand.

“……? What’s wrong, sir?”

Here comes Klein.

Brynhildr is a beautiful woman.

He has admitted that fact.

He had only seen her as a warrior or an assassin, and now he was caught off-guard by a mysterious surprise.

And then. A man smelling a woman’s hair is an expression of affection when he seduces her. It is so popular that it can be misinterpreted as a mere gesture of seduction.

Even though he made a frontal overture, Brynhildr accepted it in her usual manner and did not seem to be moved at all.

That made Klein more nervous, and he had to run away.

“No, no, I said something strange! I’m going to go wash my face, okay?”

“Ah…”

Her voice sounded seductive yet frightening

Shaking off such impressions, Klein ran away with his face turning red.

He’s not in a position where he can laugh at Marie.

In the first place. What is he doing flirting with the woman who has killed him the most?

He wanted to scold himself for his own indiscretion with all his might.

On the other hand, he thinks he should have just sniffed it since it was going to be reset anyway.

He was about to break the first commandment he made when he woke up.

“What am I thinking! ?”

I was still in a good mood with Marie, and nothing happened after that, right?

The thought of “I’m not going to do it again…” kept flashing through my mind.

Anyway, he ran to the well to wake up.