No, but this is the Young Master’s room if he asks me about it—.
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say because I was embarrassed. Then I changed my facial expression and fixed the problem.
“I…It’s hard for me to judge with my poor knowledge, but… Uhm, as the butler said, the structure and furniture all look the same, and the height of the bed is right.”
Stretching out my hands next to the bed, I pretended to measure the height of the bed quickly.
Then, in the distance, Rimson Hyung said with his eyes. Try hard, try—.
But since it was the first day, I had to show our Young Master’s authority in front of people.
So I continued in a more polite and exaggerated tone than usual.
“The Young Master always ordered me to arrange furniture like this. In conclusion, I think it is very, very, very good for the Young Master to use in many ways!”
“Haha. So you’re Lobel-gun. You have a good eye as the Young Master’s exclusive servant.” (-gun means an honorific for an unmarried younger man.)
The young butler smiled with great satisfaction.
But looking at me with sharp eyes—I think he has a good sense.
The butler, who gave a few more compliments that made my ears itchy, quickly introduced someone.
“Now, this is Wayne Norton, your new servant.”
The Young Master raised his eyebrows when the butler introduced the skinny boy.
I noticed his dissatisfied expression, saying, ‘What’s that? I already have enough with Lobel.’
Like the servant that the crazy Duke had by his side, the butler was skilled in his attitude.
“Of course, haha. Even Lobel-gun is not enough to serve the Young Master! Since it’s a new place, wouldn’t it be easier for him to accompany Lobel-gun? Wayne-gun will be in charge of providing the necessary information for Lobel-gun in the future.”
‘It’s more comfortable for Lobel-gun,’ ‘It’s easy for Lobel-gun’—.
The Young Master’s expression slowly softened as if it had never been hardened before when he said this.
At first, the Young Master asked, “Is that so?” then said, “I see,” With his charming face, he nodded his head again.
But the dark brown eyes towards me—even though it’s only for a second, it’s a sign of a threatening atmosphere.
—Somehow, I feel that there is a high probability that I will get involved in troublesome things.
“Lobel?”
“Ah, yes.”
I came to my senses late at the Young Master’s call.
Everyone left before we knew it, and only the two of us were left in the room. Or, to be more specific, a servant named Wayne is waiting outside the closed door.
The Young Master was looking at me anxiously as if I had other thoughts in my silence. He looked like he was paying attention.
At first, I didn’t know—but it seemed like a habit that had been ingrained in the Young Master’s body for a long time.
I hid my bitter feelings and just jumped out of the sofa.
And I walked around the spacious room and touched my chin for no reason. Then, the Young Master’s nervous gaze followed.
So I give compliments.
“Uhm. But, Young Master. Everything is good here—”
“…Why? Is there anything you don’t like?”
There’s no way.
I held back my laughter and slowly approached the nervous Young Master.
“I don’t like it because it’s too wide. I like the narrow one much better. That way, we can stick together like this.”
“…Why are you saying something weird again?”
As soon as he was done talking, I looked over at the Young Master, who was sitting on the bed.
But I saw it all. The corner of our Young Master’s mouth is raised.
I tried not to laugh and habitually tried to hold the Young Master’s hand, but he hid his arm behind his back.
…Huh?
When I’m curiously looking, the Young Master said, drawing his eyebrows together.
“…I’m in trouble now. My hands are dirty.”
“Then, shall we begin by washing with water?”
“No, Crimson will do that later. Right now, it’s just—”
The Young Master, who had blurred his words, glanced at the bed.
Aha, so that’s what you want.
After exchanging strange eyes, we immediately lay face to face on the bed. It was almost at the same time.
Then, we opened our eyes wide at the same speed, and I burst into laughter.
“Wow. This bed is very soft. Right?”
“…Ung.”
As expected, we thought of the same thing.
The Young Master also slightly pressed the bed with a curious face.
I followed him, pressing down on the bed, and said.
“We won’t even make a sound if we have a pillow fight in this bed.”
“…A pillow fight?”
“Yes. They’re just fighting over the pillow in the same bed. Whoever falls first or surrenders loses.”
In fact, Robert Oraboni and I have had so many pillow fights that I am sick of them.
I explained diligently to the Young Master, who had never heard of that word before, what it meant.
Then the Young Master asked with a sharp voice.
“With who?”
“…Yes?”
“Who did you play that game with?”
As if he had never pressed the bed, the Young Master looked around the room with his eyes.
However, it was after he had completely lost his expression because of his concentration.