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Preventing herself from bursting out in astonishment, Catarina covered her lips with both hands.
“Goodness gracious… Young Master, are you alright?”
“Good morning. Yes, I’m not hurt.”
“That’s a relief. You must have been very shocked.”
“I’m fine. As you can see, it’s a lot, so you can go ahead and clean them.”
He ordered us in a gentle, yet dignified tone. It could be said that he was characteristically aristocratic. It was ingrained in him to act in this way.
“Yes, of course. We’ll clean up quickly.”
“Thank you.”
At the formal exchange of words, Adrian smiled brilliantly—ominously. At the same time, the emergency sirens rang so loudly that my vision turned red as my heart pounded rapidly. Ah, it’s so distracting.
“The medicine is here, no—here, no, here… I’ll leave it here, Young Master.”
With the sirens ringing so loudly, I looked for a place to set down the tray. I usually placed it on the table, but since it was turned upside down at the moment, I tried to put it on the bedside table. But that was a wreck, too. Eventually, the only place left was the bed, so I set it down at the bottom edge.
Who was it? Who’s responsible for this? I’ll have to call that person here and make them clean this with their own hands.
“My mother, she did this.”
“Pardon?”
My heart plummeted to the ground. It wasn’t because of the perception skill—it was really my heart. When he saw my surprised face, Adrian’s eyebrows shot up. The emergency sirens were ringing like crazy, telling me to get away from him right this second.
“It’s because you looked so curious. Were you very surprised?”
“N…o. Not one bit.”
“You didn’t leave the tray at the door today.”
“Yes, yes… Of course.”
“That’s great. I thought you’d continue to avoid me.”
It hurts. It hurts because you keep hitting the nail right on its head…
Adrian smiled brightly, then he looked back at the book he’d been reading since we came here. Perhaps listening to our conversation, Leticia sneaked up to my side and threatened me with a hushed voice. “What’s this about leaving the tray at the door. We’ll talk about this later.”
I stood there, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but suddenly, it felt like I heard a low voice laughing behind me. Doubting my own ears, I turned around, but I could only see Adrian reading with such concentration. This jerk, are you trying to screw with me?
“Huu, look at the state of this curtain… Huuu. My goodness, the chair also got trampled and scratched. This one, gosh, this one has been carefully shipped from across the sea…”
“If it’s to this extent, did the Madam get hurt?” Catarina asked.
“I heard that the doctor stopped by, so if she was hurt, he would have already treated her. Let’s clean this room up quickly. I have to stop the others from speaking of it.”
I think he could still hear everything even when they were whispering quietly, but Adrian pretended not to hear anything and relaxed alone. He didn’t seem to even care a little bit, and he might have looked the same when the room had gotten wrecked like this right in front of him.
Come to think of it, it looked natural for him to read books quietly like that. He looked so much like a beautiful, precious young master that no one would ever think he was a devil. Even his long eyelashes exuded elegance. And it was so strange to see the favorability numbers floating above his head and disappearing.
I’m wondering. Did he perhaps not dislike people who acted a bit distant?
Originally, there was no such feature of ‘favorability’ in this game, but I could see it plain and clear in front of my eyes right now. If it all wasn’t exactly the same as the game I knew, wouldn’t Adrian’s character setting be different, too? Maybe he’s not the devil, or maybe he doesn’t get his demonic power through killing people.
It was a plausible enough hypothesis.
But as I was in deep thought…
WEE-OONG WEE-OONG!
The constant ringing of the sirens was so irritating. That’s it. I’m going to mute it.
“Take the carpet and go downstairs. Ha-yah.”
When I rolled up the stained carpet that looked like a drink was spilled on it, Leticia beckoned me to go out. While I was in the kitchen with the carpet, I found the setting button in the skill window and lowered the volume of the sirens appropriately. Good. This much wouldn’t be loud.
“Hilda, place the carpet over there. Let’s wash it together later.”
Catarina said this as she followed. Seeing that there was a crackling sound as the carpet was moved, some shards of glass seemed to have gotten stuck in it. Ah, now’s a good time to talk.
After setting down the carpet on the floor, dragging it up and hanging it on the wall, I hurriedly approached Catarina. She was carefully checking whether the plates and teacups she brought with her were cracked anywhere, separately filtering out some fragments of glass.
“Um, Older Sis. You know, in Young Master Adrian’s room. What happened?”
“What do you mean? We talked about it before already.”
“You didn’t. Apart from that…”
“Ah, that. What happened fourteen years ago.”
“Yeah, I’m asking about that. How is it related to what happened to the Young Master’s room?”
There wasn’t a backstory like this in the game. Or maybe I just don’t know about it because I didn’t get to reach the part where the countess comes out? I shouldn’t have slept while thinking about going to work the next day. I should have just played the game until the end.
“What the, Hilda, you don’t remember? The mansion was turned upside down for quite a while, but you really don’t remember?”
“Mmh. Actually, it’s like that. You heard what Miss Leticia said earlier, my head’s no good. I guess I forgot about it.”
“Wow, I can’t believe it…”
“So what happened?”
I eagerly asked Catarina, who was still at a loss for words. Biting her lower lip with a frustrated expression on her face, Catarina soon gave up and sighed. Then, she soon opened her lips with a gloomy look.
“Young Master Adrian is the household’s precious son. The Madam was already weak because she had a miscarriage once, so she was so happy to be pregnant once more after such a hard time… Miss Leticia often says that she couldn’t forget the Madam’s happy expression at that time. Since Milord was so busy, the Madam was almost entirely in charge of raising the Young Master, but even so, she was so happy. That is, until she tried to hold a baptism for the Young Master.”
“Bap… tism?”
I hiccupped in surprise.
“Yeah. It happened during the Young Master’s sixth birthday. The Madam invited a priest to baptize him as a surprise gift.”