落とし穴４７堀：メイド妻の朝 (Part1)
**Pitfall 47: The Maid Wife’s Morning**
**Side: Kirue**
It feels wonderful.
That was the thought crossing my mind.
What exactly is it that feels so good?
I’m not entirely sure. My thoughts are a bit hazy.
Where am I right now?
Even that simple question feels vague.
But one thing I know for certain is that this place is incredibly comfortable, pleasant, and devoid of any discomfort.
Perhaps this is the sanctuary I had been searching for all these years.
*Squish.*
As I pondered this, I felt a sensation against my body.
*Squish, squish.*
Someone was touching me, yet I felt no aversion at all.
On the contrary, it was soothing.
"Nn..."
That sensation helped me gradually recall who I was.
I am Kirue.
Yes, Kirue.
A maid who also serves as a bodyguard to Princess Shera of the Gartz Kingdom.
And now...
"...I am also Yuki-sama’s wife."
With that answer, I awakened from my light slumber.
The moment I opened my eyes, my beloved husband was there, his hand resting gently against my chest.
Yuki-sama, who was sent here to save the world.
He treats me, a mere maid, with no discrimination, and has even honored me by declaring me his concubine.
We have already been blessed with one child, and he pours boundless love upon that child as well.
But I cannot simply spend my time gazing at my husband.
If I am careless, my work as a maid will be taken from me.
While my husband is a wonderful and admirable man, he is somewhat uncomfortable with the responsibilities of being in a position of authority. If left to his own devices, he would neglect me and start doing the household chores himself.
Therefore, I must always wake up before him, or I will have no work to do.
Yesterday was my night to spend with Yuki-sama, so I served him to the best of my ability, exhausting his stamina until he reached his limit, all to ensure that I would be the only one awake this morning. It seems the strategy was a success.
With that in mind, I should get dressed and start preparing breakfast immediately, but before that, I slip back under the covers.
I confirm that my husband, despite the service I provided yesterday, is already quite energetic.
Among us wives, morning service has become a matter of course.
He is always pushing himself and doesn't have much of a carnal appetite, so we make sure to provide the necessary support in these ways.
Of course, it is not a chore; I serve him with joy.
Now, I must hurry before he wakes up.
Today... I think I’ll go with both options.
"Right, let's get ready quickly."
After finishing my morning service to my husband, I changed my clothes and headed to the kitchen.
Mornings are busy everywhere, and even this inn with its state-of-the-art facilities is no exception.
The rice cooker, which I had set on a timer yesterday, was already running, cooking the rice.
I have to prepare the side dishes to match the timing of the rice.
It is common knowledge in Weed that rice is best when it is freshly cooked.
What kind of maid would I be if I couldn't serve it at its peak?
My "maid soul" burns with this conviction.
No matter how kind my husband is, I am not some "pretend" maid who would take advantage of that.
As for the side dishes, since we are quite a large family, if I were to just look in the refrigerator and cook on a whim, I might run out of ingredients.
Therefore, I basically follow the weekly menu.
For dinner, we can go out to buy ingredients, so there are often changes, but for breakfast, I stick to the plan.
Today, we are having miso soup, rolled omelets, and grilled salmon fillets.
A standard Japanese breakfast.
Since bread is the staple food in Weed—and this continent in general—there are days when we have bread for breakfast.
My husband mentioned that when he was in Japan, there were days when he would just lightly toast some bread and eat it before heading to work.
Indeed, if one can buy pre-baked bread that is ready to eat, it would be easier and more efficient.
However, now that I am here as his maid, I cannot allow him to have such a lazy breakfast!!
If, by some chance, he were to fall ill from such poor nutrition, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
Well, it is a "chance," but in reality, my husband has no motivation when it comes to himself, yet he spares no effort for the sake of others—especially regarding meals.
Every day, he cooks and serves dishes to his wives.
In that sense, I want to help him as much as I can to lighten his burden.
With those thoughts in mind, I finished gathering the ingredients and began the real cooking.
"Good morning, Kirue-senpai."
A voice called out from behind me.
I turned around to see Sasari, the maid who serves Samantha-sama, standing there.
"Good morning, Sasari. Could you lend me a hand?"
"Yes, of course. I’ve finished styling my lady's hair."
She holds a unique position among those living in this inn.
She is the only one who has not received my husband's favor.
No, it’s not a matter of liking or disliking; she simply says that my husband is not her type.
Under normal circumstances, saying such a thing might lead to execution, but since there is no contempt or malice in her words, everyone accepts it.
Personally, I believe she should serve him, but since my husband hasn't said anything and I can clearly see her loyalty and the protection she provides, I have nothing to say.
Of course, she is a capable maid who does her job as well as I do.
In a sense, one could say she has a lot of nerve.
Honestly, I am grateful that she helps me and my husband with the cooking every day.
With more hands on deck, the housework and childcare have become much easier.