So, he went to the Duchess, whom he usually only exchanged greetings with, and made a request for the first time.
âMay I ask Rovel to guide me through this mansion?â
âThat child is Edricâs exclusive servant.â
He doesnât know how hard he tried to persuade the Duchess who refused with a troubled face.
Instead, she told him to ask Edric, not her.
But he doesnât know if it was delivered well, but the next day the servant came.
Manellano had the most favorable smile he could show.
âYou said youâre Rovel, right? Letâs greet each other formally. Call me Manel.â
There was no way the servants could turn away from the precious nickname.
Like a northern boy, he has a tall height, cool appearance, and great manners.
Everyone, regardless of gender or age, envied Manellano and tried to share more words.
Except for Imperial Palace, there was no place where he was not the main character.
But.
âYes.â
âThis time again, the idea seems to be completely wrong.
The arrogant servant spat out insincere short answers, showing that he was annoyed to death. It was different from being formal in front of the door.
It was different from being formal in front of the door.
His back, which guided him throughout the mansion, was stiff, and he would only speak when absolutely necessary.
âWhat a jerk.â
His strong desire to win was driven by this fact.
âRovel. Whatâs your hobby?â
As they reached the fountain, Manellano asked.
It was a universal cornerstone to build a friendship.
However, an unexpected answer was heard again this time.
âAn ancient language interpretation.â
Whether he answered unconsciously, the back of the servant suddenly flinched.
At that moment, Manellano recognized that he had stepped on his unknown tail. Then he should grab it properly and bite the neck.
He asked indifferently, hiding his cruel intentions.
âAncient language interpretation? Are you going to do it?â
ââNo. I like to listen to the Young Masterâs interpretation of ancient words. Itâs nice to hear the Young Masterâs voice.â
Manellano viciously drew the corner of his lips back at those words.
The Young Master who doesnât even know how to write but can speak the ancient language? It was something that even a fool wouldnât believe.
Isnât he only bluffing for the sake of his Master?
âIs there anything he can do in bed? Heâll just go to sleep.â
However, the servant suddenly spoke as if he had read the mind.
âItâs not a lie. He sometimes teaches me ancient words. Thanks to it, I learned a lot.â
ââAha? Really?â
Manellanoâs smile widened.
Finally, he came up with a plan to play a trick on this servant.
He beckoned the servants who followed him around. Then he ordered that one of the ancient stone tablets he had placed on the carriage be brought to him.
But when he tried to hand over an ancient stone tablet, Rovel asked for a glove.
Manellano was surprised again because the attitude was serious.
ââYou know how to be different.â
Although it was simply a textbook for a class made by the academy as an example, the ancient language stone tablet was difficult to handle. It was sensitive to human body temperature, so he had to wear gloves.
The servant supported the center of the stone tablet with his left hand, and with one hand he gently scanned the edge of the stone to complete the full-scale preparations.
âCan I sit down and read it?â
âAs you please.â
As expected, Rovel settled very comfortably in the fountain.
Manellano barely laughed at his irritation. At this time, he was about to say, âSit next to me,â but he didnât say anything.
Rovel didnât even look at him. It was really the first time he had such a treat.
However, the curiosity created by Rovelâs attitude outweighed the displeasure.
Rovel looked down at the stone tablet, his eyes wide open and his mouth open.
âLetâs see. The core of the ancient spirit buried under the World Tree in Rontoâs heart was around a thousand years agoââ
At the sight, the twins of the Levern family, who had just been looking at the garden, approached in amazement.
Ssh.
As Manellano covered his mouth with his index finger, they quietly focused on Rovelâs voice.
He didnât know that, but the servantâs voice was quite clear and pure. Maybe it was just because he said something he didnât want to hear, but the voice itself was nice to hear.
He even came up with the idea that studentsâ academic performance would rise much more efficiently if the servant reads instead of the professorâs murky voice.
He was concentrating without realizing it, but it was over without knowing it.
ââHa.â
Manellano smiled in vain.
Rovelâs interpretation was perfectly consistent with what he did, and some sectionsâ.
Yes, he hates to admit it, but he even used a much more sophisticated and luxurious vocabulary than himself.
The twins of the Levern family who attend the same academy are also dull, but they have ears so they can understand them.
Their eyes widened.
Isnât it even the best difficulty they gave up in the middle?
âH, how do youââ
âI just did it.â
ââŚ.â
Among the shocked boys, Rovel spoke in a calm tone.
âIâm the Young Master Edricâs exclusive servant, and this is the basics.â
*****
âAhâ I shouldâve held it inââ
I wrapped my hair on the way back to the Young Masterâs bedroom.
I was annoyed by their disrespect for Edric, so I gave them a shot, but it seemed to have gone too far.
Did I become childish as I was with the kids?
Especially when I spit out the last words and smiled, Manellanoâs expression as he looked at me continued to bother me.
It wasnât an angry faceâ but the blank expression on his face made me uncomfortable.
âBut looking back, itâs his fault. Why did he suddenly summon meâ.â
Anyway, the water already spilled.
There was only one thing I could do.
âYoung Master. In the future, if someone gives you a stone or slate, be sure to touch it with your bare hands. No, you can just throw it and break it.â
As soon as I returned to the Young Masterâs bedroom, I repeatedly asked for help.
It is fortunate that the Young Masterâs lineage and the ability to interpret stone are mixed.
âIf you touch it with bare hands, it will all be interpreted.â
Wearing gloves is the standard, but the Young Masterâs lineage is different from ordinary people, so he has to penetrate the power of stone directly with his bare hands.
Itâs better to give him a punch than to be ridiculed more by those people who ignore him for not even knowing how to write.
But the Young Master asked me as if he was still anxious about Manellano who still stay here.
ââWhy didnât those nobles go back?â
âI donât know about that either. But they wonât stay long. If they donât go back even after the academy vacation is over, they will be expelled.â
ââYou said that before, too. But they didnât go back.â
âThatâs trueâ but due to the atmosphere I think Iâll just have to guide them until tomorrow and finish it.â
ââŚâ
The Young Masterâs expression was distorted.
Strangely, he glanced at me and soon turned his head the other way.
So, it was like an expression that he didnât want to see it.
ââWhat is this? You havenât been like this for a while, so why are you doing this?â
I was scratching my cheek and found the crutches that had been moved, unlike yesterday.
I think he got some fresh air today. But why is he so upset?
ââSo. What they want is to talk to me.â
It was more of an insult than a conversation, but I nodded.
There is no need to hurt the person involved by telling them that.
But then, the Young Master looked at me again and said,
âThen bring them to me.â
*****
Edric felt very strange from the morning.
ââWhy isnât he here?â
There was no familiar servant like one of the furniture in this bedroom.
Is he sleeping somewhere?
He looked through the bed several times, but it was still hard to find a trace.
His face gradually darkened.
On Flower Day, he suddenly remembered that the servant had just sent away the boys of a prestigious aristocratic family.
He didnât know what was going on because the door was closed at the moment, but if it was out of his sight, that alone was dangerous.
If heâs going to be imprisoned and punished like beforeâ.
âOr maybe you will be punished even more.â
Edric bit his lips without knowing what he was thinking.
Then, as time passed, a knock was heard.
He raised his head at the sound of the door opening.
âRovel?â
Contrary to expectations, however, Crimson and other servants were seen by the door. No matter how much he looked behind them, he couldnât see Rovel.
The servants remained silent to Edric, who was looking at the hallways. When throwing things habit disappeared after going out before, they too seemed to be calmer than before.
But that didnât matter to Edric at all.
He pushed the serving tea and asked Crimson, who was approaching.
âWhat about Rovel?â
At those words, Crimson looked surprised as if he had never expected such a question.
âThatâ I will be the one who serves Young Master today.â
Edricâs anxiety was increased by the answer.
Although he was reluctant to speak, Crimson was not one to avert his eyes in this way.
âSo. Whereâs Rovel?â
âThatâs, Maranello or somethingâ He was in charge of escorting another noble Young Master to the mansion. Hmmm. You slept last night, so he couldnât tell youââ
He couldnât even hear the backstory.
It took a moment for him to breathe a sigh of relief because he was glad he didnât get punished, and Edric become serious again.
Their purpose has always been him. However, because they canât see him, theyâre using their anger to harass his servants.
Then he didnât know what bad things would happen.
Edric, who had been bullied by boys in the slum in the past, could easily imagine what would happen.
Seeing Edricâs ever-changing expression, Crimson said as if to calm him down.
âYoung Master, you donât have to worry. Would he be an ordinary man? He canât be fooled easilyââ
âWhy did they take him without my permission?â