Surviving As An Obsessive Servant - Chapter 19-1

When Edric asked, Crimson can’t control his eyes that contain confusion with such as ‘—What did this master eat wrong? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?’

Wasn’t it the Young Master who didn’t even mention a word even if dozens of servants changed during that time?

So he was able to tell the butler that Rovel could be in charge of guidance for about a day or so.

Originally, Edric’s permission was necessary for the procedure, but everyone thought there would be no problem.

But now he was angry as if he had lost his crutches.

His eyes were even worse than before when he was throwing things or doing the bullying.

Crimson swallowed a gulp and said.

“That’s… I apologize…”

“….”

Edric didn’t throw anything, but he acted the same way he used to. He stared at them with furious eyes and went back into the blanket.

The servants looked at the prepared meals and medicine bottles with embarrassment.

Recently, thanks to Rovel, he ate some, not all of them, so no one expected that he would refuse like this.

The servants exchanged their eyes, asking each other to step up. But no one opened their mouths.

As the food slowly cooled down, Crimson hit his forehead. 

He can’t help but remember Rovel’s expression when he persuaded him to feed him; he didn’t have the skill he deserved.

Then— Should he at least say what that punk said—?

Crimson, who made up his mind, stepped up.

“Young master.”

“….”

“Ekhem, there was something Rovel said to me in the morning.”

He must be listening, right—?

Crimson muttered helplessly as he looked at the unmoving pile of blankets.

“Even if I die, I don’t want to be separated from the Young Master, but the Duchess orders me to go. Since this is the best way, take good care of the Young Master—”

“….”

“And… The Young Master will understand like that. Well… One mind or something like that… Anyway, he said he believes in the Young Master. He knows that you will wait for him.” 

For some reason, Crimson coughed several times because his voice seemed to be getting worse and worse.

He regretted saying it for nothing, but then something great happened. The blanket, which had not even moved, slid down.

Edric, who was still sullen, gave an order to Crimson.

“…Bring it.”

…Does this really work? 

It was an incredible situation, but he hurriedly took his meal before he changed his mind.

Edric raised the fork with a look on his face that he really didn’t want to eat.

After eating, Edric emptied more than half of the medicine bottle. He frowned slightly and stared out the window.

It was so warm today that the sun was sweet.

“Then, can we wait outside?” 

When Crimson asked with a face he wanted to leave immediately, Edric nodded his head. And he went out faster than when the servants had come.

Edric, who was left alone, picked up crutches without hesitation and stood by the terrace window. And he opened the door with the two hands.

He pulled his head out of the gap and tried to look outside, but Rovel was nowhere to be seen.

But he didn’t give up and looked outside.

‘If he’s guiding to the mansion, he’ll definitely stop by that garden too.’ 

There is even a fountain where Rovel boasted that the rainbow was so beautiful in person.

As time passed, the intense sunlight made his skin sting and his eyes hurt.

But he endured it. 

How long has it been? 

Edric’s eyes twinkled.

‘There it is!’ 

He saw Rovel coming across the garden. His warm silver hair fluttered as he walked.

And behind it, he saw a tall boy who was closely attached to him.

He followed Rovel’s footsteps and kept saying something. Rovel smiled at him and responded with something.

The way the two walked was natural.

In fact, it was impossible for him to have trouble with anyone due to his personality. He was even good at talking to that rough knight.

There was nothing he was worried about.

Strangely, however, he felt worse than before.

‘….’

He has a more friendly appearance.

Rovel sat by the lake and read the ancient stone, and the other noble son watched it.

As a commoner, it was not a disrespectful attitude. With his arms folded, he looked to be deeply focused.

After that, more and more people came.

Boys of the same age as they were walking through the garden approached and surrounded Rovel.

Among the relatively tall boys, Rovel was nowhere to be seen.

Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

So, Edric stayed by the window for a long time.