A polite and urgent voice could be heard from outside.
In this house, there are only two people who are close to Uncle and are often together.
One of them was Leto, the general manager, and the other was Gerard.
Gerardâs face isnât scary, but Iâm afraid of him because he always carries a knife.
âCome in. Go to your room.â
Uncle said to me with a furious look.
I was taken aback by the distinctly different voice from before, and I hesitated to ask about the letter.
âAh, yeahâŠâ
Soon after, Gerard came in.
I decided to do that later and headed for the door, leaving only a greeting saying, âSee you later, Uncle.â
âHello Miss, how are you?â
Gerard stopped and bowed to me on one knee.
He had wavy gray hair, round black eyes, the corners of his lips lifted softly in a smile, and a dot under his eye.
âGerard, hello!â
âIf I had known the Miss was here, I would have brought snacks.â
âDonât talk nonsense. Did you find it?â
Speaking sharply, Uncle strode up to me, picked me up, and threw me out.
âYes. First oneâŠâ
âSend the kid away and tell me.â
As if that wasnât enough, he even pushed my butt, telling me to go quickly.
I was kicked out at once and came out into the hallway. I looked up at him with a pout.
âI-Iâm going.â
âStay calm in your room.â
âUncle, then later, the letter for meâŠâ
Thud.
The door closed before I could finish talking.
âUgh.â
Like a demon.
I stared at the tightly closed door, then turned and headed for my room.
I will get the letter later.
***
âWhen is Uncle coming back?â
âHe seems to be a little late. How about eating first? The chef said he prepared a lot of savory milk cream sauce dishes that the Miss likes.â
âIt would be nice to eat with Uncle.â
I sat on the bed, rocking my feet back and forth, muttering.
Uncle kicked me out earlier and soon after went out with Gerard.
And until evening, he didnât come back.
âIf you have dinner, wonât he be back soon?â
I thought a little and nodded.
âThen Iâll eat first, and after that I can wait for him.â
âGood idea. Now, shall we go?â
Zenda leaned over and held out her hand to me.
I took Zendaâs hand and headed to the restaurant.
And at the end of the hallway, I ran into Uncle who was entering with an unusual momentum.
âOh! UncâŠâ
He looked just like Uncle, yet strangely, he didnât seem to be the uncle who used to get annoyed with me.
He was much scarier than that, and it felt like all the good vibes he had before had run away.
In addition, one of Uncleâs hands had turned a dark red damp somehow.
I hate to say it, but I thought I knew why he was nicknamed that way.
I was so scared at the moment that I almost took a step backwards.
Yet my uncle was faster than me.
He disappeared into the hallway on the right, giving off a vicious aura, then Gerard bowed and hurriedly followed him.
ââŠCome on. Miss.â
Zenda led the frozen me back.
I stared at the hallway where he disappeared and followed Zenda.
And I couldnât see him until the next day.
***
Three days have passed since I was kicked out of Uncleâs office violently
During the three days, Uncle was still angry with me a few more times.
[Go away, please.]
[Arenât you going?]
[Stop following me, come on!]
He probably gets angry every time he sees my face.
In particular, the day he came back from going out with Gerard, it wasnât enough that he came back with blood on his hands, and it was so bloody that I almost ran into my room to avoid him without realizing it.
In addition, yesterday, after following me around, Uncle even threatened me, asking me if I was a stalker.
Was it when my uncle went to the bathroom? Anyway!
After almost getting into trouble at the stable, fortunately I havenât had any other dreams or visions, so Iâve only been hanging around Uncle.
Actually, if I had stuck to him at all, he might have really thrown me away.
âZenda, thanks!â
Zenda wiped my face, which was wet after I washed it, with a soft towel.
The first day I came here, Zenda was very nice to me, even though Uncle threatened not to be nice to me in my presence.
Even if I was simply thirsty, she never just gave me water.
She always checked to see whether it was cold or hot.
Zenda seemed to be very afraid of Uncle, to the point of worrying that she didnât have to obey orders.
âYouâre welcome.â
Thatâs why I love Zenda so much.
Her tenderness, her grass-like eyes, and her ripe rice-colored hair braided to one side.
Of course, all the other servants are nice too.
âCan I go to Uncle?â
âAre you going⊠again?â
Zenda looked at me with an anxious look.
Her face quickly turned pale.
âYeah, because Uncle hasnât eaten breakfast.â
Mom said that I should have a good breakfast so I can start the day well and not struggle until evening.
Zenda stopped me several times as usual, yet in the end she took me to Uncleâs room as usual.
âZenda, thanks!â
âIf youâre scared, you have to run out right away.â
âOkay, I get it!â
âIf the Master gets angry, be sure to tell him that Iâm the one who opened the door without permission, not the Miss.â
âHuh? Thatâs a lie, though.â
âItâs okay to lie like that.â
Listening to Zendaâs concerns, I crept into Uncleâs room.
Black curtains were drawn on all the windows, thatâs why even though the sun had already risen earlier, it was only night here.
Fortunately, it was very spacious and there wasnât much furniture, so I didnât have to worry about bumping into anything.
âIt smells good.â
I searched the dimly lit surroundings for something I could step on and climb.
Why is Uncleâs bed so high?
A few times before, I climbed onto the bed with cushions and footrests, and Uncle must have removed them all, so today the floor was clean.
I still canât give up!
I whimpered and succeeded in climbing onto Uncleâs bed for the first time without any support.
âUncle, itâs morning.â
Then I sat down next to his uncle and called out to him persistently.
âUncle. Uncle?â
Around the tenth time I called him, suddenly harsh words poured out of Uncle who was sleeping on his stomach, and soon, hideous golden eyes appeared.
I smiled bashfully at Uncle.
âGood morning, Uncle! Did you have a nice dream?â
ââŠHavenât you gone yet.â
Looking at me who had woken him up, he asked in a hushed voice.
âWhere?â
I asked with my eyes wide open.
âTo the old manâs house.â
âIâm not going to Grandpa. Uncle, letâs go eat.â
âPhewâŠâ
Uncle half-raised himself and scratched his head roughly.
Between the blankets, his upper body was exposed as if dozens of rocks and stones were tied together.
âArenât you cold, Uncle? Why arenât you wearing clothes? Then youâll get a stomach ache.â
âI know, so what.â
âIâm afraid Uncle will catch a cold.â
âIâm not cold because of you. Arenât you going down?â
ââŠIâm going down.â
Uncle gets angry whenever he sees me.
I didnât even make trouble yesterday or today.
Mom, grandpa, servants, and the people at the stores I went to all liked me.
I thought it would be nice if Uncle would like me soon too.
If I donât go down, heâs going to get angry again, but if I do, itâs obvious that heâll sleep again, so I shamelessly roamed around on the bed.
âWhy did you come here.â
Uncle asked as he straightened his upper body and picked up a shirt that was loosely scattered on a narrow table.
âTo have breakfast together!â
âEat on your own.â
He got up and gulped down the water without any care.
Then he went to wash up and disappeared somewhere.
I sat on the bed, waiting patiently.
Even though he said so, Uncle came back, changed his clothes, got ready, and went to the dining room with me by his side.
âUncle, I can walk too.â
I murmured as I dangled on him.
âIâll eat quickly to get rid of you.â
âHngâŠâ
I begged, saying that I would stay next to him if he didnât eat every day, and he clearly remembered that.
But the whole time I was eating in the dining room, Uncleâs perverse gaze didnât let go of me.
Iâm saying that he only drank water.
After breakfast, my stomach was pounding when Uncle suddenly called me.
I ran away with a happy heart, yet somehow the atmosphere became even more heinous.
âGet ready to go out.â
âMe?â
âYeah. Come down when youâre done.â
âWhere are we going? Uncle, where are you going?â