Throughout the garden, my eyes were wide open.

The neatly arranged fountain and flawlessly blooming flowers filling the garden showed the efforts of the servants just by looking at them.

‘They said he was a neat freak, and it seems to be true.’

As I entered, someone who looked like a butler scanned my appearance once, furrowed his brow, and had me change into a maid’s uniform.

Even the clothes I had carefully chosen to wear seemed completely unsatisfactory to their eyes.

My appearance in clothes that were about half a span too large was quite ridiculous, but he ignored it and began guiding me again.

Passing through the long corridor and heading towards the annex with its tall spire.

He informed me of various precautions.

“Be respectful in front of the young master. His respiratory system is not good, so even the slightest dust must be cleaned immediately. Put used items back in their place right away and…”

The butler lifted his monocle and glanced at me as if to see if I was listening properly.

His furrowed brow, still looking displeased, showed no signs of relaxing.

It’s the same expression as Aunt Mary. A resigned face wondering how long I’ll last.

“And you must never go up to the attic.”

“Yes.”

“You obviously know not to open the door before getting the young master’s permission.”

“Yes.”

“From now on, you are Yurisiel of the Vilrod viscounty.”

In a world where even a commoner breathing the same air as the heir of Blanchet would be more than enough to cause a huge problem.

I roughly understood the butler’s intention to avoid creating any issues from the start.

Though I already knew, being reminded several times that I was from a different world than that person made me a bit tired.

“Of course.”

My curt reply seemed to irritate his temperament, and the butler made me repeat what he had recited.

Of course, this kind of thing was no problem at all.

Experience honed through countless menial tasks doesn’t come for free.

The family-run restaurant with its hazing, the fish shop owner who worked me hard and then skimped on wages…

Looking back on past experiences, this level of difficulty is nothing.

At the very least, a place with such high-ranking people probably won’t skimp on wages.

When I recited everything the butler had just said without missing a single syllable, he looked at me with a surprised expression, then opened the door.

Inside, a body that looked motionless as if asleep was lying on the bed.

Just as I was about to enter, the butler stopped me and bowed his head respectfully as he reported.

“I have brought a child to serve you.”

Silence spread over the space.

That brief pause created tension.

I was worried that after coming all this way, I might be told to leave right away.

As expected, ominous premonitions never fail to come true.

“I said I don’t need such things.”

The dry voice would have sounded clear if it hadn’t cracked. If I had to describe it, it even felt as noble as the beautiful white porcelain I saw in the corridor on the way here.

Despite only saying one sentence, it showed such a well-cultivated air that didn’t match his age.

Of course, the content within it was not like that at all when pondered.

Referring to a person as “such things” as if they were objects. As I heard, he’s truly not in his right mind.

Of course, it didn’t have much impact on me.

It’s common for high-ranking young masters to treat those below them this way.

Perhaps because I’d also heard he had a nasty temperament, it felt like I had built up an immunity.

However, the image I had of him as someone with a terminal fate was completely overturned.

Any sympathy, or even more useless pity, melted away like snow.

It’s ridiculous that I was worried about someone just now.

In my situation where I’d have to worry about this month’s medicine costs for my mother if I get kicked out of here, what was I thinking.

The butler tried nervously to persuade the young master, but his attitude was firm.

He’s the type of person who can overwhelm others just by being silent.

It was a moment when I became genuinely curious about his face.

The butler continued trying to persuade him as if this had happened many times before, and he made an annoyed face and flicked his finger.

Only then did the butler turn around and head towards the door.

As he passed by me, he didn’t forget to give me one more sharp look as if warning me.

Even after the door closed carefully, I didn’t move an inch from my spot.

It was to avoid moving until his permission was given, as the butler had instructed.

From what I could see, he was clearly a prickly young master, and there was no reason for me to create issues that could get me in trouble.

If I didn’t want to lose even today’s wages.

How much time passed like that?

Casian, who had been ignoring me completely, slowly raised his upper body.

Even that movement looked difficult, but I pretended not to notice and didn’t help while bowing my body.

I didn’t offer help in case it would only hurt his pride with that fussy temperament.

Having managed to lean his body against the headboard, he ignored me as if I didn’t exist and pulled out a book placed by the table.

The pages turned roughly in the boy’s hands.

He flipped through as if barely reading, then dropped the book repeatedly with a thud.

I silently returned the scattered books to their places.

Then more things to organize would pile up again.

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to annoy me, or if it was just behavior stemming from his nasty temperament.

It wasn’t very difficult, as it was quite tame for trying to annoy someone.

If anything, it was uncomfortable how unbothered I was by it.

I was so used to moving my body that staying still made me restless. Out of habit, I busied myself tidying up the surroundings, looking for things to do.

As I did so, the man’s face would occasionally peek out from behind the turning pages.

I observed Casian’s face from a distance where I wouldn’t be caught.

His face, white to the point of being transparent, was aristocratic as I had heard, but gaunt as if he couldn’t even eat a bowl of soup.

His thin arms and legs looked precarious, like branches that would break if tapped.

Even so, his red eyes emitted a unique lively glow whenever sunlight hit them.

Below his clear eyes, his well-shaped nose bridge and jawline were harmonious and beautiful, as if crafted by a skilled sculptor.

The more I looked, the more his face seemed to match his clear voice. And his aristocratic name, Casian…

After that, Casian controlled everything with minimal gestures like flicking his hand.

While thoroughly ignoring me, he seemed to not forget that I was there.

When he flicked his hand, I would bring a book, and then he would flip through a few pages halfheartedly before tossing it aside – a meaningless repetition.

Around the dozenth time this trivial process repeated, he roughly put down a book.

“The Ruler’s Posture”

It’s a book that doesn’t suit his age at all.

Even the young lords in the capital only read such books after becoming adults. Even then, reading such boring books was to cultivate virtues as a lord managing territory.

Heads of houses judge their children with these things and select the next heir to lead the family.

In other words, for Casian, who may or may not be in this world soon, such books have no value in reading.

It’s also unlikely that Blanchet’s only son would need to read this for competition.

In short, there was no explanation other than that he was determined to torment me.

Well, even I would probably get angry first if told I didn’t have much time left.

It seems like everything in the world would be irritating.

People’s laughter, the perfectly turning sky, nature changing clothes with the seasons – everything.

So he might think everyone should feel the same pain as him.

It’s true that Blanchet’s only heir is in a position to torment others.

Just as I picked up the book he had thrown again this time.

Casian’s gaze pierced through me.

The red ripple that flew straight at me was so intense that I could no longer pretend not to notice.

As I turned my head, an intimidating gaze met mine.

His gaze was fierce and sharp, as if trying to scrutinize me to the bone.

The voice that flowed from his mouth in a moment was extremely sharp.

Like a sword tempered in the sky.

“Get out.”

Is this how he chased out dozens of predecessors?

And now it’s my turn. The scenes that roughly came to mind were superimposed on his face.

“Even if you chase me out too, it’ll be the same for you.”

Casian looked at me as if daring me to do more.

Though his gaze seemed to freeze the air as if pressing down, if I was going to be chased out anyway, it was better to try everything I could before being chased out.

“Even if it’s not me, the Madam won’t be able to leave you alone.”

It truly would be so. The mistress of this mansion wouldn’t be able to neglect him, if not for him then for Blanchet’s sake.

That seemed to be something Casian knew all too well.

“So.”

A sardonic smile draped over his face.

“Shut up and just take care of me?”

“I’ll be better than other employees.”

“Your confidence is impressive.”

His tone was dripping with sarcasm.

“I lasted over an hour, didn’t I? I can do whatever you want.”

I pinned my hopes on the fact that he hadn’t chased me out until now.

Having heard that countless others were chased out, I moved as carefully as possible, and was arrogantly concluding that it had been effective.

But.

A very clear sneer bloomed on the young master’s snow-white face.

“What do you think I could want.”

The clear voice I had heard until just now was gone, and only a deep, mature voice moistened my ears.

His gaze swept over me coldly, moving from my face to my eyes.

I was fully reflected in his red eyes, like crafted rubies set beneath his flowing golden hair.

“Do you think someone who’s about to die can’t do anything?”

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