Surviving As An Obsessive Servant

It was difficult to even breathe properly.

“Hurry up, hurry up.”

Edric couldn’t come to his senses because of Rovel who knelt down in front of him and urged him.

On the subject of being in such an uncomfortable and humiliating position, he made only the owner lean on the bedhead by showing a strange logic, ‘Those who hit them with their own feet should hit them in a comfortable position!’

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing. Could it be that some bizarre culture of nobles and servants he didn’t know was hidden—?

‘No, it’s my responsibility to say that I’m doing this in the first place.’

He fell into self-blame.

But it would be the same if he went back to that situation.

At that time, that was the only thing that could persuade Rovel.

At any cost, he wanted to prevent Rovel from getting involved with other noble boys.

It was a more intense emotion than any desire he had ever felt.

‘But…What should I do?’

In fact, he has only been hit, but he has never properly hit someone.

‘I’m a bit confident in throwing, but…’

Edric raised his right hand and looked forward. He could see Rovel’s face, which was about a span apart.

His smiling face seemed too soft today.

Well, even if his limbs were as long as a deer, he had a beautiful overall line for a boy in the first place.

He sometimes wondered where he had the strength to pick up such a bag of money and move it.

He fell into that thought, and suddenly something warm touched his hand.

“…! What are you doing right now!!”

“Why are you so surprised? I checked in advance whether the Young master’s hand is in good condition. It’s a hand that will slap me on the cheek, but I’ll have to take a good look. Well, luckily it’s fine. There are no wounds and it’s beautiful.”

“…But why do you keep stuttering?”

“Ey. When did I do that? Should I close my eyes now?”

Even before answering, Rovel closed his eyes tightly.

Long silver eyelashes fell softly, resembling his master.

Seeing that, somehow it was difficult to breathe more.

He slowly raised his hand and then Rovel said.

“Just think of me as a big fly and hit me comfortably.”

‘How can there be a fly that looks like this in the world—’

Edric, who complained inside, soon raised his hand.

He looked like he, really, really didn’t want to do it.

Tak. 

At the sound of a blow that was too small to even be called a hit, Rovel bit his lower lip.

He seemed to be holding back a burst of tickling laughter.

“Don’t laugh.” 

“Why do you accuse an innocent person? I didn’t laugh at all. But… This isn’t the end, right?”

Rovel opened his one eye and asked meaningfully.

On his last journey, he learned that it was Rovel’s bad habit to tease his opponent in this way.

However, he raised his hand instead of pointing out.

Rovel, who managed to notice the sign even after closing his eyes, repeatedly asked.

“Make it strong.” 

“….”

“Make it very strong.” 

“….”

Eventually, Edric closed his eyes and moved his arm.

Slap!

Surprised by the louder-than-expected sound, he hurriedly pulled his hands behind his body.

The rough and hasty movement scratched the inside of his wrist against his fingernails.

“Ugh…” 

He was groaning at the sting.

Rovel, who was thrilled with his hands wrapped around his cheeks, came to his senses late. He hurriedly tilted his upper body to see over his master’s condition.

Then Edric freaked out and tried to pull back, but a hard bed head touched his back.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up his arms to Rovel.

Rovel, who was looking at his excessively skinny arms, made a tearful face.

“You even bled.”

“…Let go of this.”

He tried to pull his hand because the words of those mocking the witch’s blood came to mind.

Even if he knew it wasn’t true, he felt uneasy for no reason because he always heard it.

However, after thinking deeply about something for a moment, he grabbed the wounded wrist and dragged it to his lips.

The wound was gently wiped with something moist and warm.

“…! Let go! Let go of me right now!!” 

Edric groaned and twisted his arms. Just then, someone just knocked on the door, but the sound was buried.

After a while, he heard the sound of the door opening.

In the meantime, Crimson, who had a medicine bottle on a tray, came in.

“Young Master, I brought the medicine—” 

It was not long before Crimson saw the two of them people tossing and turning on the bed. 

Even Rovel was overpowering the Young Master.

He looked at the two with a blank expression on his face as if he had witnessed the end of the world, and then came to his senses. 

Then he clenched his fists and rushed to Rovel.

Edric’s complexion becomes pale and tired because of his rapid and brutal movement like a wild bear.

“No!” 

******

It’s damn hard to get hit in the cheek.

‘No, it’s easy. One more hit for free.’

I sighed as I rubbed my tingling cheeks with an ice pack.

Rimson Hyung coughed and said to me, I’m not sure if he was sorry for the earlier misunderstanding or if he was embarrassed.

“Hmm. If you do that to someone who doesn’t like you… Of course, there’s a misunderstanding.”

“I told you the Young Master got hurt? You have to look at the wound. Should I leave it then? He’s already sick.”

“…Hmm.” 

Ah, really. If this Hyung is sorry, he should say sorry but he keeps scratching the back of his head.

Still, the ice bag is near to giving me medicine, and Rimson Hyung gave it to me, along with a new blanket on the bed.

Instead of becoming angry, I just rolled my eyes as Hyung sat on the side of my bed.

Puk, only the place where Hyung sit was turned off deeply.

But his expression and voice were heavier than that.

“Rovel…You’re still young. Even though you said that you swept all the cookies and even got along with the Young Master… You’re still too young. It’s too early to be bold like that.”

It was so serious. He was like that when I brought up the word that I would be locked up in an annex for a day—.

He seems to be worried about the expulsion of those nobles.

I know I did something dangerous, but I said it in a lighter tone on purpose.

“Ey. What do you mean young?”

So far, I’ve lived for over half a hundred.

While swallowing my inner thoughts, I looked around at the other Hyungs who preparing to go to bed.

“I know everything as well as the Hyungs. If you have any questions about anything, ask me. I think I know and do better than other Hyungs here?” 

Then the Hyung who was about to lie down on the bed, the Hyung who was changing clothes, and the Hyung who was about to go out stopped.

Some of them clenched their fists with their pride hurt.

What exactly are they doing?

“Y, you punk! You don’t behave like that at your age, no…you can’t…play…!” 

“Ey. It’s similar to hitting honey chestnuts, but what are you doing?” (t/n: honey chestnut meaning is literally a honey(sweet) chestnut but is a euphemism to mean the torturing–though usually done playfully–action.)

“How is it like that?!”

“Hyung really… it’s honey chestnuts. Do you know what generation William 1 is in now?”

“…Which noble is it?”

“It’s not a noble family, it’s an imperial family. The first emperor of our empire.”

“…Anyway, be careful of your behavior. You might really get hurt.”

I’m just talking about it.

I completely absorbed to the ice pack while looking at Hyung who coughed. 

When the Young Master asked whether I was sicker and more anxious, I worked even harder.

And so I couldn’t notice.

A pair of eyes looking closely at me.

*****

“He’s a pervert.” 

Manellano glanced at the skinny servant.

It was the impression that anyone would believe that this person was a pervert, not Rovel.

Far from being kinky, Rovel maintained a neat, business-like attitude.

Manellano’s appearance was loved by men and women of all ages, and there were many people who were curious about his strong arms and body after receiving envy from the boys from time to time.

But Rovel treated him like a common twig on the side of the road.

He showed no sign of wanting to touch or pay any attention.

‘If he had, I would have given up my arms in particular— No. What was I thinking?’

Manellano was startled by the thought he had unknowingly had. It was an absurd delusion.

If anyone showed such signs in the academy swordsmanship class, didn’t they throw off their gloves and even apply for a duel?

However, Manellano corrected his thoughts again.

‘But if it’s Rovel… It might be possible…’

When he saw his white and long fingers or delicate hand movements, he thought it wouldn’t be bad to give up his arm.

It was more so because he knew that he wasn’t the type of person to approach with impure intentions in the first place.

He doesn’t know what kind of relationship he had with the Young Master, but he was by no means a villain with sharp intuition.

At that moment, the servant fell as if he was crying at what was happening.

“That… Rovel punk…” 

It can’t be, could there be any resentment?

Watching carefully, he said in a shaky voice.

“Only… He got some colorful cookies from her… How can she ignore me? That’s right!! It can’t be…!” 

“….”

Apparently, it was a lame and pathetic broken heart story that required money.

He doesn’t have a hobby of listening to complaints.

Manellano ordered the knights waiting by the door to clean this up.

Alone, he was lost in thought.

He really had to leave now. 

But in his eyes, the boy with his back to the fountain still gleamed.

‘Where can I see such a servant again?…No, not anywhere.’

Standing by the window and glancing outside, Manellano soon found what he wanted to see the most.

It was his hair, shining like glass in the sun, and a brighter smile.

As he disappeared from view, he slowly turned his gaze to the wall clock.

It was lunchtime.

Yeah. He heard that the servants eat at the Servant’s Hall in the annex.

“Hmm.” 

Manellano, who had lifted his hand with his arms crossed, soon made up his mind and left his room.