I Have No Health

I recalled my favorite cuisines.

I thought of the crispy fried pork cutlets sold at the entrance of my school, the stir-fried noodles my mom made, and the handmade macarons sold at regular stores.

Most of them weren’t available here and could not be eaten considering the state of my body, but the thought alone seemed to increase my appetite.

Come here.

She slightly waved her hand, calling the maid standing at one side of the room.

There was a reason why the maids were present even though Nineina had a servant.

That’s because, sometimes, the pain was too unbearable to even shake the bell. 

“Is there anything you need?”

I responded by blinking my eyes.

The maid, who was familiar with the gesture, leaned her ear to Nineina’s mouth. 

“I’d like to eat…”

Nineina flailed her arms around like a zombie, imitating someone eating.

Due to Nineina’s pretty body frame, her stiff movements were lovely, but somehow she felt mad.

It was the desire to survive and escape from this hell.

***

There’s something I joked about when I was young.

If you don’t finish your food, you’ll be sent to hell where you’ll eat all your leftovers as a punishment.

I felt like I was falling into that hellhole.

All the food served felt disgusting.

For 3 consecutive days, I threw up as soon as I swallowed anything.

I could see why the original owner of this body hated eating so much and threw tantrums with anyone who forced her to eat.

It was useless to eat as much as I could because all the energy obtained from the food would be spent throwing up.

“Servant, please stop the Master…..”

After over 10 times of vomiting and passing out in the past 4 days, the people who told me to eat plenty have been begging me to stop eating.

Afterwards, instead of eating food, I drank supplements that’d boost my stomach activity.

The drugs in this world worked wonders. A few days after taking the herbal medicine, I’ve stopped throwing up.

‘I should have done this earlier…’

But the awful disgust still remained.

After drinking the thick medicines that went down in a tumble, I’d feel nauseous several times.

‘Don’t touch me! I feel like an extremely dangerous beast right now!’

It felt like venom was gushing all over my body. I then glared at everything approaching.

I scowled at the medicine which a maid had brought, and even flicked the spoon off her hands.

After struggling so hard, I was finally able to drink the medicine while I wiped my tears.

I didn’t vomit, but my stomach still felt queasy.

And as soon as I woke up the next day, another medicine would appear.

This repeated continuously.

When digestion became possible to some extent, Nineina would eat small portions throughout the day.

“M-Master, a devil didn’t take over you, right?”

“Don’t say anything profane! The Master is just… just….”

Even if I think about it, it was a poison that could not be explained by ordinary standards.

(QC/N: They’re referring to her sudden change like a poison, not an actual poison.)

There was even a rumor that a ghost who died of starvation attached itself to Nineina because she now never let go of her spoon.

I didn’t care about anything else.

I was only focused on eating, swallowing, digesting and consuming.

All this due to my desire to live on.

The days of war between my body went on like that, day by day.

The supplements, which were so bitter that my taste buds had completely faded, and the various nutritious foods that I don’t even wanna guess what they consist of, succeeded.

Because now, Nineina’s body was much more resilient than present-day people.

This miracle was possible due to the resilience of this unrealistic world where broken bones can even recover within a week. So, after 15 days, I’ve gotten a little bit healthier.

I was healthy enough to walk around the bed, with legs weaker than newborn giraffe’s.

“The Master walked on her own!”

I just walked without anyone’s support.

“Open the barn! Let’s hold a festival!”

“C-Congratulations! Today will be recorded as ‘the day our Master walked all alone’!”

“Tha, that’s… I’ll register that down!”

“Hey, don’t do such a thing!”

Despite the shame, a feast was held without my acknowledgement.

***