Edric couldnât come to his senses because of Rovel who knelt down in front of him and urged him.
On the subject of being in such an uncomfortable and humiliating position, he made only the owner lean on the bedhead by showing a strange logic, âThose who hit them with their own feet should hit them in a comfortable position!â
He didnât know what the hell he was doing. Could it be that some bizarre culture of nobles and servants he didnât know was hiddenâ?
âNo, itâs my responsibility to say that Iâm doing this in the first place.â
He fell into self-blame.
But it would be the same if he went back to that situation.
At that time, that was the only thing that could persuade Rovel.
At any cost, he wanted to prevent Rovel from getting involved with other noble boys.
It was a more intense emotion than any desire he had ever felt.
âButâŠWhat should I do?â
In fact, he has only been hit, but he has never properly hit someone.
âIâm a bit confident in throwing, butâŠâ
Edric raised his right hand and looked forward. He could see Rovelâs face, which was about a span apart.
His smiling face seemed too soft today.
Well, even if his limbs were as long as a deer, he had a beautiful overall line for a boy in the first place.
He sometimes wondered where he had the strength to pick up such a bag of money and move it.
He fell into that thought, and suddenly something warm touched his hand.
ââŠ! What are you doing right now!!â
âWhy are you so surprised? I checked in advance whether the Young masterâs hand is in good condition. Itâs a hand that will slap me on the cheek, but Iâll have to take a good look. Well, luckily itâs fine. There are no wounds and itâs beautiful.â
ââŠBut why do you keep stuttering?â
âEy. When did I do that? Should I close my eyes now?â
Even before answering, Rovel closed his eyes tightly.
Long silver eyelashes fell softly, resembling his master.
Seeing that, somehow it was difficult to breathe more.
He slowly raised his hand and then Rovel said.
âJust think of me as a big fly and hit me comfortably.â
âHow can there be a fly that looks like this in the worldââ
Edric, who complained inside, soon raised his hand.
He looked like he, really, really didnât want to do it.
Tak.
At the sound of a blow that was too small to even be called a hit, Rovel bit his lower lip.
He seemed to be holding back a burst of tickling laughter.
âDonât laugh.â
âWhy do you accuse an innocent person? I didnât laugh at all. But⊠This isnât the end, right?â
Rovel opened his one eye and asked meaningfully.
On his last journey, he learned that it was Rovelâs bad habit to tease his opponent in this way.
However, he raised his hand instead of pointing out.
Rovel, who managed to notice the sign even after closing his eyes, repeatedly asked.
âMake it strong.â
ââŠ.â
âMake it very strong.â
ââŠ.â
Eventually, Edric closed his eyes and moved his arm.
Slap!
Surprised by the louder-than-expected sound, he hurriedly pulled his hands behind his body.
The rough and hasty movement scratched the inside of his wrist against his fingernails.
âUghâŠâ
He was groaning at the sting.
Rovel, who was thrilled with his hands wrapped around his cheeks, came to his senses late. He hurriedly tilted his upper body to see over his masterâs condition.
Then Edric freaked out and tried to pull back, but a hard bed head touched his back.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up his arms to Rovel.
Rovel, who was looking at his excessively skinny arms, made a tearful face.
âYou even bled.â
ââŠLet go of this.â
He tried to pull his hand because the words of those mocking the witchâs blood came to mind.
Even if he knew it wasnât true, he felt uneasy for no reason because he always heard it.
However, after thinking deeply about something for a moment, he grabbed the wounded wrist and dragged it to his lips.
The wound was gently wiped with something moist and warm.
ââŠ! Let go! Let go of me right now!!â
Edric groaned and twisted his arms. Just then, someone just knocked on the door, but the sound was buried.
After a while, he heard the sound of the door opening.
In the meantime, Crimson, who had a medicine bottle on a tray, came in.
âYoung Master, I brought the medicineââ
It was not long before Crimson saw the two of them people tossing and turning on the bed.
Even Rovel was overpowering the Young Master.
He looked at the two with a blank expression on his face as if he had witnessed the end of the world, and then came to his senses.
Then he clenched his fists and rushed to Rovel.
Edricâs complexion becomes pale and tired because of his rapid and brutal movement like a wild bear.
âNo!â
******
Itâs damn hard to get hit in the cheek.
âNo, itâs easy. One more hit for free.â
I sighed as I rubbed my tingling cheeks with an ice pack.
Rimson Hyung coughed and said to me, Iâm not sure if he was sorry for the earlier misunderstanding or if he was embarrassed.
âHmm. If you do that to someone who doesnât like you⊠Of course, thereâs a misunderstanding.â
âI told you the Young Master got hurt? You have to look at the wound. Should I leave it then? Heâs already sick.â
ââŠHmm.â
Ah, really. If this Hyung is sorry, he should say sorry but he keeps scratching the back of his head.
Still, the ice bag is near to giving me medicine, and Rimson Hyung gave it to me, along with a new blanket on the bed.
Instead of becoming angry, I just rolled my eyes as Hyung sat on the side of my bed.
Puk, only the place where Hyung sit was turned off deeply.
But his expression and voice were heavier than that.
âRovelâŠYouâre still young. Even though you said that you swept all the cookies and even got along with the Young Master⊠Youâre still too young. Itâs too early to be bold like that.â
It was so serious. He was like that when I brought up the word that I would be locked up in an annex for a dayâ.
He seems to be worried about the expulsion of those nobles.
I know I did something dangerous, but I said it in a lighter tone on purpose.
âEy. What do you mean young?â
So far, Iâve lived for over half a hundred.
While swallowing my inner thoughts, I looked around at the other Hyungs who preparing to go to bed.
âI know everything as well as the Hyungs. If you have any questions about anything, ask me. I think I know and do better than other Hyungs here?â
Then the Hyung who was about to lie down on the bed, the Hyung who was changing clothes, and the Hyung who was about to go out stopped.
Some of them clenched their fists with their pride hurt.
What exactly are they doing?
âY, you punk! You donât behave like that at your age, noâŠyou canâtâŠplayâŠ!â
âEy. Itâs similar to hitting honey chestnuts, but what are you doing?â (t/n: honey chestnut meaning is literally a honey(sweet) chestnut but is a euphemism to mean the torturingâthough usually done playfullyâaction.)
âHow is it like that?!â
âHyung really⊠itâs honey chestnuts. Do you know what generation William 1 is in now?â
ââŠWhich noble is it?â
âItâs not a noble family, itâs an imperial family. The first emperor of our empire.â
ââŠAnyway, be careful of your behavior. You might really get hurt.â
Iâm just talking about it.
I completely absorbed to the ice pack while looking at Hyung who coughed.
When the Young Master asked whether I was sicker and more anxious, I worked even harder.
And so I couldnât notice.
A pair of eyes looking closely at me.
*****
âHeâs a pervert.â
Manellano glanced at the skinny servant.
It was the impression that anyone would believe that this person was a pervert, not Rovel.
Far from being kinky, Rovel maintained a neat, business-like attitude.
Manellanoâs appearance was loved by men and women of all ages, and there were many people who were curious about his strong arms and body after receiving envy from the boys from time to time.
But Rovel treated him like a common twig on the side of the road.
He showed no sign of wanting to touch or pay any attention.
âIf he had, I would have given up my arms in particularâ No. What was I thinking?â
Manellano was startled by the thought he had unknowingly had. It was an absurd delusion.
If anyone showed such signs in the academy swordsmanship class, didnât they throw off their gloves and even apply for a duel?
However, Manellano corrected his thoughts again.
âBut if itâs Rovel⊠It might be possibleâŠâ
When he saw his white and long fingers or delicate hand movements, he thought it wouldnât be bad to give up his arm.
It was more so because he knew that he wasnât the type of person to approach with impure intentions in the first place.
He doesnât know what kind of relationship he had with the Young Master, but he was by no means a villain with sharp intuition.
At that moment, the servant fell as if he was crying at what was happening.
âThat⊠Rovel punkâŠâ
It canât be, could there be any resentment?
Watching carefully, he said in a shaky voice.
âOnly⊠He got some colorful cookies from her⊠How can she ignore me? Thatâs right!! It canât beâŠ!â
ââŠ.â
Apparently, it was a lame and pathetic broken heart story that required money.
He doesnât have a hobby of listening to complaints.
Manellano ordered the knights waiting by the door to clean this up.
Alone, he was lost in thought.
He really had to leave now.
But in his eyes, the boy with his back to the fountain still gleamed.
âWhere can I see such a servant again?âŠNo, not anywhere.â
Standing by the window and glancing outside, Manellano soon found what he wanted to see the most.
It was his hair, shining like glass in the sun, and a brighter smile.
As he disappeared from view, he slowly turned his gaze to the wall clock.
It was lunchtime.
Yeah. He heard that the servants eat at the Servantâs Hall in the annex.
âHmm.â
Manellano, who had lifted his hand with his arms crossed, soon made up his mind and left his room.