The red, bloodshot eyes were questioning me as if I wanted to play such a prank in the midst of this.
I smiled quietly and wiped his face with a handkerchief.
Then, the Young Master looked as if he had suddenly remembered something.
âI didnât cry.â
Oh, that must have hurt a manâs pride.
âBut I never said you cried, Young Master?â
As I spoke skillfully, the Young Master stared at me.
His eyes, however, were already so large that they couldnât get any bigger.
âBloodââ
ââŚBlood?â
I examined the Young Master carefully.
However, there was no single scratch on his smooth face.
âItâs you, you! Not me.â
The Young Master looked at me with strength in his eyes.
Come to think of itâ Iâve had a bit of a sting on my cheek since before. It was better than the backache, though.
I unconsciously touched my sore cheek. My knees hurt earlier, but now theyâre tingling.
âUgh.â
I touched the cheek first, and I frowned.
Thereâs a little bit of red on my fingertipsâ the Young Master has a very good nightâs eyes.
âOnly a wall lamp shines. How did you find this?â
âIs it time to say that? Let me see.â
âI must have had a little scratch on the floor earlier. Iâll put some medicine on it tomorrow, well.â
âI think Iâll have to get some medicine right awayââ
The Young Master was restless and looked at the rope.
It seemed like he wanted to order someone to bring some medicine.
But I shook my head.
âI donât even know whoâs out there, and itâs better to end it here today.â
Because the Duke is an inhuman person, and I didnât know how to react if I found out he was awakeâbut I swallowed my words.
The time the two of us rested peacefully, like this was close to a miracle.
I donât know when itâs going to change again.
He is a cold-hearted man who sees everything as a tool, both for a wife and a son.
âAnd the medicine is here too.â
He looked at me as if I was talking nonsense all of a sudden.
Hmm, I coughed and grabbed his hand. And I put it on my cheek naturally.
I felt the blood gradually purify, and maybe it was just my feelings, but the pain in the back of my head seemed to open up a little.
âMy Young Masterâs hands are healing hands. It would be better if you hit me.â
Unfortunately, when I said that, the Young Master, who had been dazed, reacted.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me around with a look of great determination in his face.
ââŚOh?â
I was naturally drawn to that power, and my palm touched his cheek.
Soon after, the hand that grabbed my wrist began to tighten.
âHit me,â
âBy any chance, youâre joking, right?
But in the first place, he wasnât in the nature of enjoying jokes, and he didnât seem to be playing around.
On the contrary, he was more serious and determined than usual.
He even said such a thing.
âYou really mean it, donât you?
âNo, youâre doing this without asking why I did it earlierââ
I felt more bewildered now than when I met the Duke.
Of course, I knew that the Young Master trusted and relied on me the most here, but I didnât know it was this much.
âI think itâs because Iâm taking on a position as the first exclusive servant in his life and as a friendââ
Many people loved him even in the original story, but there was not a single friend to share his heart with.
I think I did too wellâ. But what the hell is this all of a sudden?
Anyway, I had to sort things out first.
âEy, how do I beat the Young Master? Do I have to cut my throat after that?â
I intentionally tried to cover it up as a joke and tried to pull my caught arm back.
But he didnât move. Huh?
âI wonât tell anybody. Iâll keep it a secret, so do as you please.â
Iâm in trouble.
âNow is not the time.â
It is necessary to explain the situation properly before dawn.
But seeing the eyes moistened by holding back tears, I couldnât pass it upâ. Actually, I am weaker when the Young Master is like this than when he is angry.
Well, if he looks at me with such a face, thereâs no one of us, of all ages, who wouldnât listen to himâ.
I asked seriously, gently raising the wrist still held by him.
âReally? Can I really do what I want?â
âUng.â
At the same time as the answer, the strength of the wrist loosened.
The Young Master seemed to have a hunch that I would hit him. Wow. I guess I really looked like that trash.
For some reason, I felt both a sense of frustration and disappointment at the same time. Still, it opened up negative emotions because I knew the sincerity of the Young Master for me.
âAre you serious?â
âUng.â
âAre you really saying that I can do everything I want?â
No matter how often I asked the same question, the Young Master didnât show any signs of displeasure.
I looked at the Young Master, nodding his head, and slightly put my cheek in. It was just about his shoulder.
âThen here hooâ please.â
ââWhat are you doing? Donât joke around.â
He, who had been serious before, narrowed his eyes.
But his face was very much like the Dukeâs, and I was surprised.
âAs expected, it seems that blood canât lie too.â
Apart from the beautiful appearance, it resembles a cold atmosphere that feels like thin ice.
However, I am a person with a good eye, so I did not bring it up.
There is no way that the Young Master had any good feelings for his father, whether in the original or now. No one likes it just because it looks like someone they donât like.
Instead, I said something else.
âWhy would I joke around? Iâm serious too, so please do it for me.â
ââŚ.â
âHurry.â
The Young Master looked bitter and confused at my urging.
âSo Lobel prefers to be beaten or tickled rather than hit directly.â All he thought was revealed on his face.
âWell, if you ask me, itâs not wrong.
I donât know what the effect is, but it feels more healing when the Young Master touches meâor grabs me to support meâthan when I touch the Young Master.
Therefore, there is no need to kick the pumpkin that has rolled through the vine.
I asked rather brazenly.
âDo it now, please. You said youâd do everything I wanted.â
âO, okay. I, I will do it.â
The Young Master, who had never cooled down even when eating hot soup, closed his lips awkwardly and blew a small wind.
Whoo. Whoo.
I felt a trembling breath on my cheek.
An amazing thing happened. Even just from that alone, the pain in the skin that had been aching was gradually relieved.
If the Young Master is a fan, I want to press the strong wind button right away.
I wanted to enjoy this feeling a little more, so I closed my eyes and remained calm. Then the Young Master blew the wind a few more times and stopped.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the Young Master avoiding my eyes. Perhaps embarrassed even after he did it, his ears and neck were red.
It was only then that I noticed the Young Masterâs disheveled back hair and hair clinging to his forehead.
Seriously, Iâm a mess, but thereâs no way the Young Master is in a normal state, isnât he?
âThank you, Young Master. Thanks to you, I am no longer in pain.â
Expressing my sincerity, I swept up the hair that stuck to his forehead and calmly arranged the back of his hair.
And then I remembered what I had to do for him.
âYoung Master, please wait for a moment.â
After asking for his understanding, I went down to the bed. And I took something out of the bed floor.
When I got back on the bed, the Young Master blinked his eyes wide.
He looked at me strangely, finding the liquid glistening in the brown bottle.
ââŚI have taken medicine before, you know?â
âThis is works better.â
It was true.
No matter how much the Young Master was on the verge of being kicked out, the Madam was not an easy person to let him go.
So, for today, the Madam changed it to another medicine in advance.
It seemed like she was looking for something similar in taste and smell, but with no effect.
I found out about that fact because it was one of my fake medicines when I was young.
Having eaten both, I canât tell. It tastes like you have mint in your mouth, but the taste that remains on your tongue is subtly different.
âIf the Young Master leaves the mansion like this and goes to another estate, they will not properly supply even these medicineââ
Without telling the truth to the Young Master, I opened the lid and drank half of it.
Then hand over the rest.
âItâs fine today. Hurry up.â
ââŚ.â
However, the Young Master didnât drink the medicine I gave to him.
Holding the medicine bottle tightly with both hands, he only stared at me.
Is there anything else wrong?
I followed his gaze curiouslyâ Then I saw my clothes.
A top with many torn collars and dirt marks, and worse pants. It was a little torn, perhaps by a stone.
â Oops. Itâs like itâs lying on the ground.
I came here because I didnât have time to change clothes, so the clean Young Master will not like it.
I was going to go down, but the Young Master took the lead.
ââLetâs sleep here together tonight.â
He spoke bluntly and drank the medicine.
However, he, who usually stops drinking several times, drank it all at once today.
âDid he feel very thirsty?
âDo you want more water?â
âItâs fine.â
The Young Master, who was still blunt, turned down in a rather gentle tone and glanced at the place next to him.
âI wondered if I could really go, and then I nodded inwardly.
âWell, if itâs like that.â
The Young Master was not the type to say two things in one word. Maybe thatâs why the Duke and the Young Master are more alike than just in appearance.
I lay face to face with the Young Master.
He was already waiting for me. Instead of doubts, his eyes were filled with only trust.
As I was approaching that, it tickled my throat somehow. I swallowed my saliva a couple of times and said.
âThey say you can enjoy a big banquet every day in the capital city. In addition, there are countless things to see and play, and all the precious things in the world are gathered there. Thereâs no time to be bored if you live there.â
I donât know anything about people.
How can I use Manellanoâs words in an attempt to fool myself in this way?
Anyway, I talked about many things that most children would like.
The Young Master seemed not interested at all, but he waited patiently.
He seemed to think there was a reason why I said this.