Doggone Academy - Chapter 15

Chapter 15. Beginning (3)

They headed towards the area called Wiesel, which was where Sylverine’s mansion was located.

Sylverine bragged about how beautiful Wiesel was. She said that in Wiesel the glaciers were melting, so clear water flowed in the valleys.

The fields were full of flowers, and in the forests there were rare medicinal herbs, which appeared only once or twice a year. Most of them came from other regions.

After leaving the uncharted lands, they spent the night at an inn in a small town. She made it clear to him over dinner that he should call her master.

That night, he told Sylverine about some of the strange things that happened in his search for the piece of star. She listened to him with a serious expression as he talked about his dream, the ghouls, and the hut that appeared at the crucial moment.

“There was an observatory near that place. Even though it was abandoned, it still looked like a beautiful place. Unfortunately, everything was shattered by the meteorite.”

Sylverine added to write down any dreams he thought relevant. She did not explain why he should do so.

The next day, they left after lunch.

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After a week, when they entered Wiesel’s natural environment, his tension relaxed even more. He was sure that no demonic beast would appear.

His eyes got bigger when he arrived at Sylverine’s mansion. It looked like a palace.

Slyverine said proudly,

“Rumor has it that a hundred years ago, vampires lived in this mansion.”

He remembered the stories he had heard as a child about vampires raising humans like pigs.

“…That’s not nice to hear.”

Sylverine laughed at his reaction.

“I’ll show you my secret underground dungeon if I get the chance.”

“……”

A butler and maid welcomed them to the mansion. From the mansion to the employees, there was not a single thing that was familiar to him. He had never experienced such a luxurious lifestyle.

Sylverine dismounted from the horse. He followed her as he looked around the mansion.

She introduced him to the butler.

“My disciple will be staying here for a long time, so give him a room. Also check the scars on his side. Make sure he has everything he needs.”

The butler greeted him politely.

“I’m Ezra, the head butler. Feel free to call me by name.”

The words head butler surprised him. It meant she had other butlers. Ezra was a middle-aged man.

He politely greeted him.

“I’m Damien.”

Sylverine walked up the stairs to the white front door of the mansion.

She said without looking back,

“Get it all done before dinner!”

Finally, she entered the mansion.

Despite Sylverine’s strict orders, a smile appeared on the faces of the employees. Their reactions were not out of simple hospitality.

They were pleased to receive a guest.

He asked the butler,

“…Do you receive many visitors?”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve had a visitor because Lady Sylverine doesn’t like it.”

He didn’t understand why they were so excited to have visitors.

The head butler motioned for him to enter the mansion.

“Let me show you around.”

The head butler led him up the stairs of the main salon to a room on the second floor.

“This will be your room.”

It looked about five times larger than the room he lived in at Lorail Pavilion. There was a bed so large that it could sleep three people peacefully. It even had a panoramic balcony.

A maid began to organize the luggage he had brought. Another maid, who was holding a silver tray with potion bottles, said to him,

“May I look at the scars?”

“Yes.”

When he removed his shirt, the maid looked closely at the strange scars created by the ghoul’s fingers. His side was quite disfigured, as his wound was quickly healed with a potion.

The maid sprayed a clear liquid on a gauze. He knew it was anesthesia because of the distinctive herbal smell. She applied it to the scars.

“This is very hot.”

The maid, who filled a dropper with a green liquid, dropped a drop on the anesthetized area. He felt as if his skin was on fire.

“Argh!”

He couldn’t help but let out a cry. When she cauterized the entire wound, she applied a healing potion. Finally, the maid skillfully bandaged his abdomen.

“You can take off the bandages tomorrow morning, but you can’t bathe until then.”

What he wanted most was to bathe when he arrived at Sylverine’s mansion.

Shortly thereafter, maids entered his room as if they had read his mind. They brought with them a bucket of steaming water and towels.

The maids tried to undress him as if he were a child. He, who was so embarrassed that his face was flushed, would not allow it.

“I’ll do it on my own. Please leave.”

The maids exchanged glances before speaking,

“We’ll be back at dinner time.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as the maids left.

***