The Northern Grand Duke's Hamster|북 부대공의 햄스터 (English Translation/Unofficial)

Chapter 13

“It’s obesity, Your Highness.”

‘What?’

“What?”
Oh, I thought I was finally able to talk, but it was Kyle’s voice.

The doctor who noticed the anger in the Grand Duke’s voice trembled slightly.

“W-well, that, Your Highness’ pet hamster, ah- I mean magical beast has no appetite and is inactive, so I thought that m-maybe…”

It was a breathtaking honorific, I’m the only one in this world to be treated this way, by the one and only veterinarian here.

Indeed, since this hamster is cherished by the Grand Duke, one can’t carelessly say brash words like 'this rat’ in front of His Highness, for fear of losing their voice.

It’s absurd, but what can I do? They must be aggrieved to be born into a world where their status is less than a different species.

“It is a little difficult to determine if it has a disease because no trauma nor abnormal symptoms have been found. There was also no pain when I pressed its stomach. It’s just when I pressed it carefully-”

“When you pressed it?”

Kyle urged him to speak with a serious look. The veterinarian shivered and continued as if he had been threatened with murder.

“….. It was j-just belly fat!”

(*//Finally something i can relate to shu)

I must’ve gained weight.

I slumped back down and looked at the two humans who were staring at me alternately. Why? What are you looking at? Is this your first time seeing a fat hamster? It’s probably your first time, look at you two, you practically can’t take your eyes off of me.

Of course, I knew why I gained weight. I ate too much during the morning. The food here in the North is pretty good, no scratch that, human food is just delicious compared to dried pollack. It’s worth living as a human even if I was fed rice paste every day.

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’… Did I eat that much?’

This morning Sen introduced me to the work at the kitchen. The servants were supposed to make fried sandwiches to distribute them to the refugees, but they were afraid of splashing oil, so I decided to help them out.

Who am I? I’m none other than the self-righteous man who worked at a fast-food franchise in Gangnam for four years, to earn tuition for college.

My amazing frying skills can fry any dish, you name it!

While frying, I took a bite of a sandwich to avoid the eyes of the people staring at me. Then I also took a bite of twisted breadstick, another bite of a sandwich, another bite of breadstick. One bite of donut, a bite of fried meat….. I had 10 bites. How many times did I repeat those 10 bites again?

Anyway, I ate my fill for 30 minutes. Kyle doesn’t even give me fried eggs that hamsters can eat, why should I miss out on my only chance to eat high calorie foods.

I felt like a resident employee doing “bad things” prohibited to the newcomers, it felt good. Thanks to this skill, I have a chance to eat rice balls again. As expected, even if you roll in dog poop field, living is still better than dying, well living as a human, I mean.

When I left the kitchen patting my stomach, I heard the servants say how the food that came out of the kitchen seemed to be less than they thought. Ah! I don’t care, I put an iron plate on my face and said I don’t know why that happened. It seems like it was so cold in the North, that my face thickened.