Chapter 8 – Requires an Escort Knight
After the hunt for married women, I finished my night walk with a refreshed heart.
As soon as I entered the castle through the dog hole, I went straight to my room.
The security in the castle at night was not very strict.
Just the same as when I went out for a walk.
May was still standing near my door, watching.
Huiik
When she blows the whistle as promised, May’s face brightens as she throbs her feet with an uneasy look.
It is like a dog watching its owner after coming home from work.
Hmm… Cute. Shall I break it down?
“Young master! You are here. You didn’t come so much that my heart was so tight… “
“Why don’t you talk.”
May looks at me and she is speechless and covers her mouth.
How do I look?
Looking down at her, I see a cloak covered in blood.
Oh, it must have splattered some blood when I killed those bullies earlier.
“Oh, this? It’s not my blood.”
“…”
Mei doesn’t know what to say, she doesn’t answer.
As soon as you enter the room, put the bloody cloak and knife on the floor.
And she asked May to clean up after her.
“This? How do I handle this?”
“What are you so worried about? Wash the cloak, clean the sword, and put it back where it was.”
There will be no one in the laundry room at this time anyway.
I think I can wash the cloak like that and get rid of the evidence.
The original seat of the knife is next to his father’s room, so there might be a guard now, so just like you brought it during the day, you just need to put it down when you return it.
“Did you tell me everything? Do as I have taught you.”
“Well, what should I do with this bloody thing… “
“May, if you keep being boring, you could become the owner of that blood.”
At my words, Mei, who had become a mercenary, went out of the room with her cloak and sword in tears.
My body still smells like blood, and the results of intense performance art with a married woman still remain in my lower body, so I left the room and went straight to the bathroom.
After taking a shower in the bathroom until the smell of blood disappeared, May was standing there with a dark face when she entered the room.
“Are you guilty? I committed the sin, so why do you look like you’ve sinned?”
“Bocchan, did something dangerous happen outside by any chance?”
“Why do you want to know? Curious? Shall I teach you?”
Mei’s body trembled again at the sound of my coy voice.
What conditional reflex is that?
When you stand in front of me, your body seems to tremble.
“Oh, no. Are you okay. I will remain unaware.”
Yes wise, Maya.
Sometimes not knowing is the medicine.
“By the way. Do you know where Kras Manor is?”
I asked May about Kras Manor.
My father blindly sent me to Krass Manor, but I am blind to the geography of this place.
But before you go, shouldn’t you know what the land is for?
The good news is that May knew where it was.
And the bad news is when May hears it, her face goes white.
Well, it doesn’t sound like good ground.
“Cras Manor is famous. But why are you asking there?”
“Only answer the questions. What land are you doing?”
Mei hesitates for a moment at my words, but then she opens her mouth.
“It is the land of witches! Witches regularly raid villages with monsters, killing all adults and kidnapping children to feed them to monsters. So I heard that almost all the freedmen escaped from the manor and that only serfs were there.”
Aha, somehow.
Did you know that it was a completely barren land?
There’s no way a father wanted to send his beloved son to a land possessed by witches.
Those bitches must have put air in the lord’s ears.
Let’s see where
I asked May as I plotted in my head how to play the two girls.
“By the way, what kind of people do witches do?”
Mei closed her eyes tightly and covered her ears, as if the mere thought of the word witch was frightening.
“Young master! You can’t use the word witch carelessly like that. Then the witches hear them calling and come to visit them!”
What kind of call taxis are witches?
Will you come when I call?
There was no way they could even come to this lord’s castle.
Looking at it, I began to believe that the witch led the monsters to destroy Kras Manor.
If one manor is reduced to such an extent, wouldn’t he lead the army from his castle and lead the subjugation?
“Hey May. Where did you hear about that?”
“What news?”
“Witches raid Kras Manor, kill, cannibalize, and things like that.”
“Ugh… You may not know the young master because he is in the room every day, but everyone here in Count Werner doesn’t know. Even the maids think of Krass Manor when they talk about scary things.”
May, is this guy saying he doesn’t know that because I’m a sucker right now?
It doesn’t seem like a diss I intended, but it’s oddly unpleasant.
You already have quite a skill to turn me around.
You have to catch me and put me through training again.
But right now I’m busy figuring out things about the manor, so I’ll pass it on for now.
And since she’s just gotten out of her way with a married woman, she has no intention of touching Mei right now.
“So, in a nutshell, are you saying that these are just rumors going around between you maids?”
“It’s not just rumors! There really are witches there! Hick! Also she said.”
After questioning May a few more times, I came to a conclusion.
1. First of all, I don’t know if there are witches or what, but it seems certain that something negative lives in Kras Manor.
2. There is a high probability that the extreme thing May said did not happen.
If that were the case, action would have already taken place in the main castle.
3. It is also certain that the condition of Kras Manor is not very good.
There’s nothing wrong with chimney smoke when it’s not, so there’s no way rumors like that will spread.
“In a word, I’ll have to go to find out the details, but it seems that it’s not in good condition for sure.”
Half-lying on the bed, I looked at Mei as I crossed my legs.
Mei was on her knees on the ground, drawing some strange symbols of hers in the air.
I didn’t know what the symbol was, but I guessed that it was some kind of divine protection that Mei believes in.
Maybe she acts like that because she thinks she rode her denial by mentioning a witch.
“May, that’s why you didn’t answer my first question. So, what kind of witch is she?”
“Hey!”
Mei, who was drawing her last name in the air, flinched at my words again.
I’m curious, why don’t you tell me?
When I was Song Gil-jun, there were almost no secrets of the world that I could not solve.
At least the secrets related to the identities of the people I worked with.
“You keep avoiding answering my questions. Do you want me to personally show you who is more terrifying between me and the witch?”
“No! Witches are very bad bitches. Demons and… That… She’s a stuck bitch! The devil and she do it and get strong powers to do bad things. She kills, tortures, and even eats people!”
“Who else heard that?”
“We all know that.”
It must have been a story I found out on the Maid Network again.
Looking at it, May’s stories are only stimulating, but there is no concrete evidence.
As expected, this seemed to be the limit of a maid who only did housework in the castle.
‘If I want to know more detailed information, I need someone around me who has basic knowledge.’
Mei is kind and sincere.
She has nice breasts and her ass is full, so when she’s bored, she’s nice to touch, but she’s just that.
When asked for her opinion on even the slightest serious matter, she has no particular subjectivity and is not good at explaining.
At least, the only talk they talked about was rumors of conversations among the maids.
“May, are there any smart kids in this castle?”
“Smart kids? Are you talking about the gifted? I heard that Tom, the son of the pear tree house outside the castle, is rather smart. He says he already learned all the letters at the age of 7.”
“Done. What do you want from you Good job today. Now go and rest.”
May, feeling that she was not doing anything useful, she pathetically drooped her shoulders and exited.
She looked like a bunny in the rain, and the desire surged at the moment, but she had her own business to do now, so she barely held it back.
As soon as she left and was alone in her room, I called Saerom.
“Saerom, can you access information about her witch?”
[Witches are the devil’s minions.]
“I know that. Mei told me that much. All I want is more detailed information.”
[I’m sorry, but it’s out of my power to tell you about the matter. My duties are only to manage Song Gil-Jun’s status and to notify you of special events and announcements that come down from the Demon Union.]
In a word, Saerom is also my personal manager and only tells her the basics.
It meant that they couldn’t give me the direct help I needed to grow.
In the end, the effort to become the last wicked person and become a talent that attracts attention in the Devil Alliance is solely up to me.
“We need talented people… Where can you get such smart people?”
With my current reputation, it was expected that it would be difficult to find an intellectual who would become my limb in the home of Count Werner, without even trying to find out.
In the end, after tossing and turning all night, a good idea came to me belatedly, and I was able to sleep deeply only then.
Next day.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window.
The sun shining through the curtains told me that the weather was going to be great today.
Knock Knock
“Bocchan, it’s Mei. I brought my face wash. May I come in?”
“Come in.”
May, who had filled a washbasin with water, placed the basin next to me and began to wash my face with her soft hands.
Being served this morning by a young maid reminds me that living as an aristocrat in this world is not so bad.
“Today, as soon as I finish washing my face, I will skip meals and go to see her father. So, prepare some neat clothes in advance.”
“Father? What do you want to meet?”
“I don’t know.”
When I cut it off, Mei didn’t ask any more, and she focused on my dressing up.
I dressed neatly and went to my father’s room before he had breakfast.
The soldier who was guarding the room made a puzzled expression when he saw me visiting at an early hour, but soon hardened his expression and blocked my way.
“I don’t know what brought you here, but if you want to meet the lord, make an appointment before coming.”
“What? I’m your father’s son, do I really have to make an appointment to find out when to come?”
I was momentarily taken aback and questioned.
It’s ridiculous.
And I felt how little my influence in the castle was.
If I had been the first or second brother, would I have been able to stretch out like that when a soldier who was not a knight came to visit my father?
Absolutely impossible.
It’s a waste to work with extras like this, but what should I do?
The moment you seriously contemplate whether or not to immerse him.
An old male voice is heard from inside the room.
“Are you Damon? Come in.”
Only then is the soldier who gives way with moderation.
I entered his father’s room clearly remembering the soldier’s face.
My father’s room was unexpectedly plain.
There were no particularly extravagant exhibits, and only the necessary items were placed.
‘Rather, I think my room is more splendid.’
Basically, a leader who decorates his room like this knew well from his previous lives that his governing power was not bad.
My father still has dark hair and a skinny face.
I was a bit surprised when I came to visit him in the morning.
“Damon, why did you suddenly visit this father?”
At his words, I told him the solution I came up with after thinking all night.
“We need an escort knight to accompany us to Kras Manor. Please allow me to pluck from my nature.”
