Chapter 32: CH 31

The Young Master suddenly turned his head to me.

“Then everything will be fine. Hehe.”

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.

“I didn’t cry.”

Oh, that must have hurt a man’s pride.

“But I never said you cried, Young Master?”

As I spoke skillfully, the Young Master stared at me.

His eyes, however, were already so large that they couldn’t get any bigger.

“Blood—”

“…Blood?”

I examined the Young Master carefully.

However, there was no single scratch on his smooth face. 

“It’s you, you! Not me.”

The Young Master looked at me with strength in his eyes.

Come to think of it— I’ve 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 they’re tingling.

“Ugh.”

I touched the cheek first, and I frowned.

There’s a little bit of red on my fingertips— the Young Master has a very good night’s eyes.

“Only a wall lamp shines. How did you find this?”

“Is it time to say that? Let me see.”

“I must have had a little scratch on the floor earlier. I’ll put some medicine on it tomorrow, well.”

“I think I’ll have to get some medicine right away—”

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.

“I don’t even know who’s out there, and it’s better to end it here today.”

Because the Duke is an inhuman person, and I didn’t know how to react if I found out he was awake—but I swallowed my words. 

The time the two of us rested peacefully, like this was close to a miracle.

I don’t know when it’s going to change again.

He is a cold-hearted man who sees everything as a tool, both for a wife and a son.

“And the medicine is here too.”

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. 

“My Young Master’s hands are healing hands. It would be better if you hit me.”

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.

‘…Oh?’

I was naturally drawn to that power, and my palm touched his cheek.

Soon after, the hand that grabbed my wrist began to tighten.

“Hit me,”

—By any chance, you’re joking, right? 

But in the first place, he wasn’t in the nature of enjoying jokes, and he didn’t seem to be playing around.

On the contrary, he was more serious and determined than usual.

He even said such a thing.

—You really mean it, don’t you?

‘No, you’re doing this without asking why I did it earlier—’

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 didn’t know it was this much.

‘I think it’s because I’m taking on a position as the first exclusive servant in his life and as a friend—’ 

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 well—. But what the hell is this all of a sudden?

Anyway, I had to sort things out first.

“Ey, how do I beat the Young Master? Do I have to cut my throat after that?”

I intentionally tried to cover it up as a joke and tried to pull my caught arm back.

But he didn’t move. Huh?

“I won’t tell anybody. I’ll keep it a secret, so do as you please.”

I’m in trouble.

‘Now is not the time.’

It is necessary to explain the situation properly before dawn.

But seeing the eyes moistened by holding back tears, I couldn’t pass it up—. 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, there’s no one of us, of all ages, who wouldn’t listen to him—.

I asked seriously, gently raising the wrist still held by him. 

“Really? Can I really do what I want?”

“Ung.”

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. 

“Are you serious?”

“Ung.”

“Are you really saying that I can do everything I want?”

No matter how often I asked the same question, the Young Master didn’t 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.

“Then here hoo— please.”

“—What are you doing? Don’t joke around.”

You are reading story Surviving As An Obsessive Servant at novel35.com

He, who had been serious before, narrowed his eyes.

But his face was very much like the Duke’s, and I was surprised.

‘As expected, it seems that blood can’t lie too.’

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 don’t like. 

Instead, I said something else.

“Why would I joke around? I’m serious too, so please do it for me.”

“….”

“Hurry.”

The Young Master looked bitter and confused at my urging.

‘So Lobel prefers to be beaten or tickled rather than hit directly.’ All he thought was revealed on his face.

—Well, if you ask me, it’s not wrong.

I don’t know what the effect is, but it feels more healing when the Young Master touches me—or grabs me to support me—than 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. 

“Do it now, please. You said you’d do everything I wanted.” 

“O, okay. I, I will do it.”

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 Master’s disheveled back hair and hair clinging to his forehead. 

Seriously, I’m a mess, but there’s no way the Young Master is in a normal state, isn’t he?  

“Thank you, Young Master. Thanks to you, I am no longer in pain.”

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.

“Young Master, please wait for a moment.”

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.

“…I have taken medicine before, you know?”

“This is works better.”

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 can’t tell. It tastes like you have mint in your mouth, but the taste that remains on your tongue is subtly different.

‘If the Young Master leaves the mansion like this and goes to another estate, they will not properly supply even these medicine—’

Without telling the truth to the Young Master, I opened the lid and drank half of it.

Then hand over the rest.

“It’s fine today. Hurry up.”

“….”

However, the Young Master didn’t 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 curiously— 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.

— Oops. It’s like it’s lying on the ground.

I came here because I didn’t 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.

“—Let’s sleep here together tonight.”

He spoke bluntly and drank the medicine.

However, he, who usually stops drinking several times, drank it all at once today.

—Did he feel very thirsty?

“Do you want more water?”

“It’s fine.”

The Young Master, who was still blunt, turned down in a rather gentle tone and glanced at the place next to him.

—I wondered if I could really go, and then I nodded inwardly.

‘Well, if it’s like that.’

The Young Master was not the type to say two things in one word. Maybe that’s 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.

“They 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. There’s no time to be bored if you live there.”

I don’t know anything about people.

How can I use Manellano’s 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.

Then I finally told him the main point.

“Come with me to the capital.”

“….!”

“To do that, we have to use the Duke.”

You can find story with these keywords: Surviving As An Obsessive Servant, Read Surviving As An Obsessive Servant, Surviving As An Obsessive Servant novel, Surviving As An Obsessive Servant book, Surviving As An Obsessive Servant story, Surviving As An Obsessive Servant full, Surviving As An Obsessive Servant Latest Chapter