F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!-Chapter 208: A Jealous Dragon Princess

"...Hmm..."

"Sorry, does that hurt?" Esther asks, applying bandages to my body and wiping me down after giving me a long bath.

"Not exactly... it just stings a bit..." She fits a bandage perfectly over some of the deeper wound marks, even though I told her it’s not necessary since they’ll be reconstructed.

"Evelyn, are you really okay with last night?" she asks while I’m lost in thought.

"It’s just weird... I can’t believe we did that with all that blood around... plus, my tail still hurts even though it’s been rebuilt." I glance at my tail, which has grown back. It took a long time to return, and I lost a lot of blood because of it.

"Oww..." I let out a sound of pain as she applies more disinfectant alcohol and places a bandage over it after wiping the alcohol away with a cloth.

"Be patient, Evelyn..."

"I’d be more patient if I didn’t have dozens of bites scattered all over my body..." I say a bit sharply. Ever since I regained the memories I should always have had, my personality has become more... sarcastic and irritable.

"It’s fine. I should have gone easier on you, but you were cute... there, that’s the last one." She finishes and hands me my clothes. I start getting dressed calmly while she stares at me.

"You don’t want to hide the bite on your neck?" she asks, even though this bite isn’t deep.

"No, let others see. We’re married, so it doesn’t matter..." I put on my panties and socks, followed by my bra, without trying to hide anything from her.

"You’ve changed quite a bit. You’re more... brave. Not that that’s a bad thing."

"...I had a bad dream..."

"Please don’t just sum it all up with ’I had a bad dream.’ Bad dreams don’t make people change, you know?" She rolls her eyes at that phrase, which I’ve said at least a dozen times in response to her questions.

"...I... just realized that life isn’t easy... and it’s very painful..." I put on my dress and run a brush through my hair for a moment while thinking about something, something I truly want.

"Esther... that offer... is it still on the table?" I feel like I won’t be able to live in peace without this closure.

"Offer?" she questions, confused.

"...K-Kill... the people who made me suffer... I... I’m too much of a coward to take revenge myself... but I can’t tolerate what they did to me..." I still feel disgust at the idea of killing; it still seems bad and too heavy for me.

But I, who suffered for years at their hands, can’t be so complacent and kind as to let them continue to live well. No one can judge me for wanting them to suffer as much as I did.

"...Hehehe... Hahahaha!" Esther bursts out laughing as if she heard something very funny.

"You’re finally seeing things my way? Of course I’ll kill them for you... Is there a particular target who should suffer more?" She doesn’t even hesitate to say she’ll kill people for me.

"...Do whatever you want. I don’t care, and I don’t want to know. Just... just get revenge for me... but if I had to say something..." I remember Verena, the head maid. Breaking my arm wasn’t the worst thing she did.

"Verena Kaltz... the head maid. In my childhood, she once broke my arm over a coin. She poured buckets of freezing cold water on me during winter while I was sleeping and cold."

"She destroyed many of my clothes, and at that time, it was very hard for me to get new ones. There was a month where I wore nothing but rags, and I only got new clothes because I was ’ruining’ the image of the demon king’s nobility."

"She also broke some of my baby teeth. It was when I complained about pain because my permanent teeth were coming in. She took a pair of pliers and ripped out several of my teeth. Some hadn’t even come in yet, so I went at least six months missing some of my teeth until new ones started to grow... and..." I stop talking when I see the look in Esther’s eyes.

"..."

"I understand... you don’t need to say any more, Evelyn. I can find out all the bullying you suffered on my own... and I’ll repay it with much heavier interest..." She hugs me.

"Did I do anything to you?" she asks curiously.

"Actually, no... not you, and not Augustus either, really did things against me... although Lucien did bury me up to my head in the garden once, and Marie once trapped me in a hole in the ground covered by a large rock for a few days until she remembered I was there and came to see if I had died..." My life was really hard in this place.

I had truly forgotten how much I suffered in my childhood. It’s no wonder I now really want to see those people dead.

"Oh, and Laplace tried to assault me when I was around 12, but he got punched in the face. Lucien did that because he was already annoyed with him, and then Laplace just gave up out of disinterest..." These are things I remembered after regaining my memories. They’re fresh memories, as if I lived them yesterday.

"...I’m sorry. If I had known back then that you were like me, that you also knew the truth of the world... I would have protected you, and we could have been friends." She hugs me tightly, stroking my head.

"Hmm... maybe..." If I had remembered everything back then, if I had remembered I was a Reincarnated, I could have approached Esther. We could have had a healthier relationship, and she would never have tried to commit global genocide.

"Fate really isn’t very kind to me... Anyway, I’m hungry now... can we go eat something?" I ask without really being hungry as she lets go of me, takes my hand, and pulls me along.

"Let’s go. Your puppets are scattered around, so you don’t need to worry. Those soldier puppets you made also arrived, but since there are so many, I sent them somewhere else, not the mansion." She explains as I follow her.

"Evelyn... why were you eating that pile of golden apples? I know something happened, and I know you’re hiding it from me... at least tell me, does it affect our relationship?" she questions as we arrive at the room where we normally eat together.

"...It does, but positively... it was because of the golden apples that I had the courage to accept you completely and to ask you to make me your number one in everything." It’s true. Without the golden apple, I would never have remembered everything.

"I see... that’s good... I’m glad nothing bad happened to you from eating so many golden apples..." She places me in a chair while pulling another chair over and sitting beside me.

The food is already on the table. She must have ordered it sometime before I noticed. She immediately picks up a spoon.

"Are you going to feed me?"

"Why not? You fed me last night. I’m returning the favor now..." She takes a spoonful of the stew in front of me and brings it to my mouth. I accept, eating a bit. The taste is good.

"Aren’t you going to eat?" I murmur, savoring the lingering taste of the food. It helps clear the still-fresh taste of blood from my mind.

"I’m not hungry. I’m already great with what I ate..." She says, staring at my tail tapping softly against the table leg. Her gaze makes my tail hide beneath my leg.

"I’m not hungry anymore..." I push the plate away.

"..."

"Esther, can we go to the vault? I want to see all the treasure I’ve accumulated... I’m really not hungry now. I can eat something else later with you... I know it sounds strange, but I just wanted to taste something with a different flavor..."

"Alright... my spoiled princess." She picks me up from the chair, holding me in her arms—one hand on my back, the other on my butt—carrying me princess-style as she takes me to the vault.

"..." We stay silent as she carries me. It’s a bit strange, but the silence is more or less comfortable as we arrive at the vault area.

She opens the vault and enters. As soon as she does, I see the hundreds of gold bars stacked up. All my accumulated money, laid out so I can see it. There are at least six mountains of pure gold.

"...Beautiful..." I murmur before I realize what I’m saying, and then feel embarrassed by it. Esther smiles at me as I look at a pile of gold coins.

"Does this satisfy you?"

"...Very much... I feel good seeing all this accumulated wealth..." I say, smiling. She sets me down on the floor, and I immediately walk to the pile of gold coins, throwing myself onto it.

I start scattering the gold beneath me as I revel in this wealth. Esther watches it all patiently. Just as I let her deal with her problem with hunger, she lets me deal with mine with the accumulation of wealth.

"..." I stare at Esther, thinking about our life, about what we have in this world—a world much more limited than the modern one.

"Esther, what about, like, having sex?" I say out of nowhere to her.

"Like, not now, but at least three to four times a week. Here in this vault."

"Why this all of a sudden?" she asks, confused, not rejecting the idea but finding it strange.

"Ah, I just thought, we have a lot of free time, so why not use that time to get more intimate?"

"Does this have something to do with my hunger?" she questions, raising an eyebrow.

"No... I really... just want to have sex with you..."

"It’s really very strange to see you acting this way, without your usual shyness. Is there something that attracts you more about it now?"

"I feel... very loved... every moment we’re intimate is a moment I know I’m everything to you."

"...You... are really a manipulative little bitch, you know that? Since when are you so good at this?" she asks, coming over to me. She grabs my hands and straddles my lap.

"If you want to make me addicted to you, shouldn’t you at least try to hide that you’re trying?" she questions as I wrap my legs around her waist.

"Do I really need to? Isn’t it better this way?"

"Maybe it is, but are you doing this because you want to, or because you think you need to?"

"Because I really want this."

"You’ve been playing a dangerous game since yesterday, Evelyn... wait, are you jealous?" Her eyes widen in understanding.

"...A little..." I bite my lip.

"Alright, we can do this every night," she teases.

"E-Every night?..."

"It’s not like we need much rest. One hour of rest per night is enough for me, and I bet three hours of rest is plenty for your body."

"...Alright..." I hug her, kissing her neck.

"...Evelyn, you really, really know this is dangerous for you, right?"

"...Of course... I know very well what I proposed to you. You can get as obsessed with me as you want. Isn’t that exactly what I’m asking for?"

"Heh... normally people avoid those who are obsessed, instead of encouraging it..."

"Yeah... normally I’d avoid it too... but I’m so jealous..." Ever since I remembered everything and became even more like a dragon, the jealousy surfaced.

"Hhhmmm." She kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I tremble with pleasure from the kiss, getting breathless as time seems to stretch into an eternity.

"..."

"Rest assured, I’ll take care of your jealousy, my cute wife..."

"Do you still want to kill everyone?" When I ask that, she stops moving.

"...Yes..."

"I see..." I bring my mouth close to her ear.

"Then I’ll make you love me so much, and desire only me so intensely, that you’ll forget the rest of the world..." I move away from her, lying back on the gold, letting her stare into my eyes as my tail makes noise, scattering coins on the floor.

"..." She smiles, a huge smile.

"Is that so? Well then, I want to see. This is much more realistic than you stopping me from killing everyone by becoming stronger than me... so we’ll see if I can love you that much..."

[Esther’s Favorability +15 (Total = 90/100) / Hatred Mark = 70/100]

’Her favorability went up...’ I think about that for a moment. Turning Esther into someone who loves me so much that she simply ignores her desire for global genocide.

"Esther, can I be honest?... I don’t want you like this because I want to stop you... I want you like this... because I’m dying of jealousy..."

"Pfff, hahahaha! So your jealousy is worth more than trying to save all those lives I’ll take someday?"

"..." I want to deny it, but I can’t. A dragon’s emotions are very strong. As long as I don’t see Esther having eyes only for me, I feel like my jealousy will start to burn me up.

"I... just think that if I can’t even get what I desire, then saving others is unrealistic..."

"...You’ve matured a lot..." she says with a smile, stroking my head.

"Maybe... or maybe I’ve just become too honest about what I want. Whatever it is, you are what I want now, Esther... so take me for yourself. Doing ’that’ amidst all the gold I’ve accumulated seems passionate."

"Aren’t you tired from yesterday?"

"We’re a young couple. We have to enjoy life while we can. Besides, yesterday was all for you. So today, do everything for me. I want you to be gentle and careful... instead of rough and wild like yesterday."

"...Alright, my beautiful, jealous little princess. I know your jealousy comes largely from being a dragon. I know it’s more a quest for security and the possessive instinct that comes from your race than fear of losing me."

"But I like it. I like seeing it for real. So be as jealous as you want, my love. I’ll accept all of it." Smiling with that, she moves.

"I like that you’re honest about what you feel, even if jealousy is an ugly emotion. And I like even more that you’re not really justifying the jealousy, and you’re choosing our love even if our love seems wrong."

She starts to take my clothes off gently, as I know we’ll have long hours of something fun. After all, we’re young and really have to enjoy the pleasures we can get as a married couple.