My Maid is Cute Chapter 50 : The Beginning of the End (Patreon)

—Wendy Tia Caldwell loved books.

I remember she spent almost all her time outside of work reading. Sitting comfortably in a chair in a quiet, empty room, silently turning the pages—her figure was as beautiful as a painting.

I loved to hide in the shadows and secretly gaze at her like that.

Suddenly, she lifted her face from the book and turned her gaze toward me. My heart leapt when our eyes met.

Seeing me peeking out from the shadows, she giggled and called out to me.

"Come here, Rieke."

Lured by her clear, sweet voice, I unsteadily approached her. I glanced at the book, and noticing my gaze, she spoke.

"—Do you like books?"

I nodded at the question. To be precise, what I liked was her reading the book.

Seeing me nod, she smiled softly. That smile made my heart race again.

She brought her red lips close to my ear.

"Me too."

Whispered to in that sweet voice, my cheeks burned. My heart wouldn't stop pounding.

"I love them."

Saying that, she locked eyes with me and smiled elegantly once more.

I surely will never forget it.

That feeling, as if spring had arrived in my heart.

My beloved younger brother teases me, saying, "Isn't that just like a first love?"

As for my lover, whenever I tell that story, they always get sulky and make a visibly displeased face. I always struggle to get them back in a good mood.

—In this world, she lived.

Quietly, calmly, as if hiding.

Many say she must have been lonely. That she was all alone and sad.

But that is wrong.

Inside Wendy's heart, there was a singular existence.

A person she cherished more than anyone else.

There was a maid—special, yet with nothing special about her at all.

Now, let us speak of the beginning of the end.

This is the story of those who lived in this world.

Please, watch over it until the very end.

Their words. Their feelings.

A story is something that, once begun, must always reach an end.

Even if one wishes for it never to end.

But please, do not be sad.

—Because the story will live on forever in your heart.

The time of demise has come.

I must bring this story to a close.

Since it began, it must end.

I will end it with my own hands, vividly, magnificently, and more beautifully than anything else.

Surely, that is my mission.

《Excerpt from Friederike Mayles's Memoir》

***

Softly, gently, the wind blows.

That is all I can feel.

Where on earth am I?

My mind feels hazy, as if covered in mist.

My body is heavy. I don't want to move.

I want to sleep a little longer.

I want to keep my eyes closed, calmly and quietly, just like this.

—No, that's wrong.

I can't.

I have to wake up. Hurry, hurry.

I have to go back.

Huh? Why do I have to wake up again?

Why? Why?

—Go back? To where?

“Becca.”

I hear a voice. A voice I love, a cute voice.

Ah, yes.

That was it. I remember now.

Because I want to see you soon, I must return.

Because I want to be by your side.

Ah, I'm glad. I was able to remember.

Please wait for me.

Please, just wait.

I will absolutely return to your side.

—Huh?

Who are you?

Who exactly are you, my beloved, precious person?

“Becca, hug me.”

A bell rang inside my head.

Yes, that was it.

If that is what you desire, I must hug you.

Why? The answer is obvious.

Because I promised I would.

It isn't a duty or a mission.

I promised to hug you with these hands, didn't I?

Yes, I remember. I won't forget.

Because that is my desire as well.

I want to stay by your side and watch your smile forever.

I want you to smile, always, forever.

So, I will definitely return.

To where you are.

—I'm sorry.

I apologize. For making you wait so long.

I am coming to you now.

Please wait just a little longer, My Lady.

Calling out like that in my heart, I tried to get up, but my body simply wouldn't move. Why? Even though I wish to wake up so badly.

At that moment, I heard a voice.

It wasn't the cute voice I wanted to hear, but the voice of someone I didn't know at all.

“Alright, this should heal the injuries. Do this here... and then...”

Who is it? This voice...

An unfamiliar voice. But, somehow, I feel like I've heard it somewhere...

“Yeah. Excellent work. With this...”

Someone patted my head. A gentle hand.

I want them to pat me more. But whose hand is it?

I want to know who it is, but I can't open my eyes.

My throat was terribly dry. As if sensing that, someone gave me water. I desperately swallowed the moisture flowing into my mouth.

“Ah.”

No matter how much water I drank, the thirst wouldn't go away.

I want more, more.

“Uh, oh no... what should I do...”

I wanted water, but the person right beside me didn't give me any more.

Instead, they touched me all over my body. Simultaneously, I felt a tingling sensation like an electric current in my hands, feet, and fingertips. What on earth is this? I'm full of questions and feel like I'm going to be confused.

“Ugh... it can't be helped, it looks like it'll work for now...”

The voice sounded a little panicked, but they continued to touch my body again and again.

I opened my eyes slightly. But I couldn't see anything. I moved my heavy body little by little, desperately. Slowly, slowly.

The voice shouted loudly.

“Now, wake up, Rebecca!”

—And consciousness was pulled back to reality.

***

Finally, it has begun—the Final Chapter.

This is something of a prologue to the final chapter.

Part 2 ended relatively quickly, but Part 3 is planned to be quite long.

The next update will be a little while from now. Thank you for your continued support.