MPBAGS Chapter 6

Pudding seems to think of me not as a servant but as an innkeeper. And one with free room and board options at that...

Pudding is a free spirit. I'm a room-bound shut-in, but Pudding seems to be popular since he's always wandering around outside.

Still, he always comes back before sleeping to lie down together. Why does a cat like walks so much? Is it because he used to be a stray?

I tried to put a collar on him so he wouldn't get into dangerous situations while wandering around.

The maid gave me a collar. It was soft fabric embroidered with the Count's family crest. She suggested I embroider Pudding's name myself.

Apparently the original Evangeline was good at embroidery. But I'm illiterate and don't know how to embroider either?

Without giving me time to make excuses, the maid left that and ran away.

The maid I asked to buy alphabet books hasn't come for several days now. She said it would take one day, but she's probably deliberately not giving it to me, right?

The servants just tremble, so I thought she was a tyrannical villainess, but it seems there was also a setting of being secretly bullied. Well, nowadays in romance fantasy, even villainesses receive tremendous bullying.

That's why when they're reincarnated, they start by slapping people to establish authority. Of course, I didn't hit anyone.

"Sorry for being such a useless servant who can't even write your name..."

I want to learn letters quickly. This careless other-world reincarnation is too much...

I woke up and suddenly I could read the letters.

What is this? Customer service? If it's a transmigrator correction, why didn't they do it earlier instead of now!

I was annoyed, but I decided to think positively about receiving the correction now, even if it was late.

Maybe crying about not being able to read my cat's name had some customer service effect. Tears streamed down my face. Now I can read and write Pudding's name too!

I picked up a needle. Since I'd learned to read, I thought maybe I could do some of the embroidery that Evangeline's body had learned.

Yeah. I couldn't.

The result was disastrous. I wrote "Pudding" but it was unrecognizable.

Should I throw it away and start over? I hesitated for a moment, but Pudding meowed and urged me to hurry up and put the collar on him. This angel cat!

I put the collar on Pudding. They say if a cat wears a collar well, you're a blessed servant, and Pudding was naturally gentle, so he didn't seem to mind the collar much. The size was just right, and just in case, I made the seam weak. If Pudding applied a little force, it would break.

"Do you like it?"

Pudding went to the mirror and looked at himself. Then, apparently pleased, he meowed.

Suddenly finding it strange, I thought about it quietly and realized Pudding could even look in mirrors. Cats in this other world are incredibly smart...

Or is it not that? Is our Pudding special? Well, our cat is the best in the world.