Chapter 20
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 20: I Love Mopping!
One week since I became Renoa’s slave and was confined in the mansion.
I spread my imagination countless times about what kind of terrible things I would suffer, but they all ended up as baseless fears.
Since ordering me to do nothing and live quietly, Renoa hasn't spoken a single word to me.
‘I haven't even seen her face.’
Thanks to that, it was the most leisurely week since I became a slave.
A single room where sunlight enters well.
Clean and fluffy bed.
Sleeping when I want to sleep, waking up when I want to wake up.
Eating delicious meals three times a day.
‘This is what I did all my life?’
Except for not having a cellphone, it is the daily life I spent without missing a single day when I was in modern times. Called a slave, but it’s no different from living as a jobless person in a luxury villa.
Of course, there is a feeling of being raised like livestock. Still, considering what I’ve experienced so far, this is indeed a paradise on earth.
‘But now adding a slight touch of boredom.’
I am confident I could spend my whole life like this, but ultimately there was one decisive problem here.
The fact that this peace has an expiration date.
It will burn bright red along with this magnificent mansion.
I raised my body and sat cross-legged on the bed.
‘Let’s organize this once.’
Renoa Edelheid.
The villainess of [Lady Maker].
With a cold-blooded and cruel nature, she views people like stones. The lake in front of the mansion must be for human stone skipping too.
Even if I cater to her mood miraculously and survive, it doesn't end there.
‘Because the Edelheid Ducal family itself is rotten.’
Several wizard families exist in the kingdom, but among them, Edelheid was close to the pinnacle.
Everyone who inherited Edelheid’s blood was an outstanding wizard.
However, perhaps dissatisfied with the position of the Empire’s best magic family, they touched the taboo Black Magic.
Attempting to swallow the Empire by borrowing that power, they fail, and the name Edelheid is carved out entirely from history.
On the day the brilliant fame plummets to the ground, everyone belonging to Edelheid is executed.
From the family head to the slaves.
One might think killing even mere slaves is a bit too much, but touching Black Magic is that dangerous.
Because you never know if a slave was used as a test subject for Black Magic, received a curse, or knows secrets.
Rather than releasing them for no reason and having a huge accident occur, they conveniently execute them and be done with it.
There is a justification, and in the first place, it’s not a world where anything happens just because a few innocent slaves were killed.
So if I summarize, what is it?
‘I have to cater to Renoa’s mood while looking for an angle to escape.’
Aren't there novels like that.
Holding a major position in an empire about to perish, or being a servant of a tyrant about to be executed.
Novels attempting all sorts of trolling to get kicked out before that day comes.
My current situation is worse than that.
‘That case at least allows being kicked out or running away, but I can’t.’
Renoa and I are not in an employment relationship but a subordination relationship.
Make a mistake?
It’s not a dishonorable discharge but execution.
Run away?
That too is execution if caught. In the first place, as long as there is a contract of subordination, I can’t even attempt escape.
‘What to do.’
No matter how much I think, there is no answer.
I only see a future of either dying by Renoa or dying with Renoa.
‘No, there is a way.’
One is for Renoa to act on another whim and release me.
The other is to prevent the future itself where the Edelheid Ducal family is exterminated.
“Suddenly the scale becomes fucking huge.”
First, try for number 1, and if that doesn't work, aim for number 2 as a last resort. To do that, I shouldn't just stay in this room.
—Ding!
You have successfully completed the Owner's Order 『Do not catch Renoa's eye for a week』.
A reward is given.
“Heave-ho.”
I jumped lightly off the bed.
Shall I start moving again.
***
My current status window after becoming Renoa’s slave is like this.
Name: Irion
This time too, as the owner changed, unnecessary proficiencies were pushed to the ‘see more’ league.
Status is blank. Perhaps because of that, there was no slave-exclusive skill either.
That meant Renoa didn't expect any role from me. Neglect stemming from indifference, not cherishing and pampering.
First I need to gain her interest. Only then will progress happen in any direction.
“Oh my, Irion, are you up?”
“Hello.”
“Want breakfast?”
“Oh my, I’d be grateful if you make it. Thank you, Noona!”
“Got it. Wait just a little.”
Rising early in the morning, I headed to the kitchen. The maid noonas welcomed me gladly.
Despite the lowly status of a slave, my treatment in this mansion is on the quite good side.
It was thanks to various factors working in combination.
First, I am young.
At best 14 years old.
Except for Bibi, all the maids in this mansion are older than me.
Whether they felt maternal love and sympathy for me who was rolled roughly in the arena at a young age, they take care of me quite well.
Second.
‘It’s weird for me to say it with my own mouth, but this body is quite handsome.’
Even though young, the appearance is excellent.
The future is highly anticipated.
Cute younger man?
It’s a national rule combination that noonas die for.
Isn't there such a saying. Life is easy if you are handsome. My situation right now is exactly that.
Is that all?
My behavior is so amiable. Using polite language consistently, showing some aegyo (cuteness), and helping with chores, they have no choice but to like me.
“Here, Irion. Here it is.”
“Thank you. I will eat well.”
“How is it? Delicious?”
“Oh my, saying it twice is nagging. It’s more delicious maybe because Davi-noona made it.”
“How can he speak so prettily~? There is more so eat and if it’s not enough eat more.”
“Yes!”
Ah, a life surrounded by maid noonas.
This is fantasy.
This is happiness.
As expected, Nadaenadae (acting cute/outgoing) is truth.
“By the way, Irion. You said you were a gladiator. Then you must have fought monsters too?”
“I guess so.”
“Who have you fought?”
Maids interested in my heroic tales approached and listened.
“I fought wolves, goblins, Minotaur, Ogre... fought all sorts of guys.”
“Were they strong?”
“Don’t even mention it. I really almost died.”
“Ei, isn't it a lie? How can you catch such monsters with this small body?”
“Boys seem to all say the same things. My younger brother also bluff just like you.”
They seem not to believe it, thinking it’s a kid’s joke. Is it the first time seeing a 14-year-old catch a monster.
I immediately rolled up my sleeves.
“Can you see? My arm? This is all muscle.”
“Ei. Where is muscle on this small body.”
“I’m telling you it’s real? Try touching it once.”
Maids touching my arm looking with playful yet doubtful eyes.
“Oh my my my, it’s really hard.”
“Really? Me too me too.”
“Wow. Even if young, a boy is a boy.”
Kya, the reaction is delicious.
I exercise for this taste.
It’s worth rolling to death.
Just as I was spending a good time haha hoho with maid noonas.
“...What is this doing right now?”
“Gasp! My Lady?!”
Startled maids fell away from me. Renoa, who came silently before anyone knew, was standing in front of the kitchen.
Long black hair added with the unique bloody atmosphere, she was no different from a virgin ghost.
Renoa scanning the kitchen with a quiet gaze. Her gaze stops at me. I also looked straight into her eyes.
“I must have clearly told you to live as if dead.”
“Of course I lived as if dead as ordered. You saw me for the first time since that day, right?”
“Why are you here now?”
“I have to eat to live.”
Renoa’s eyes narrow.
“A person became brazen in just a week. Must have had a big change of heart?”
“Why the Princess brought me into the mansion. I realized that great will.”
“What is that?”
I set the mood to the fullest and said with a sly smile.
“You cherish me too much. Just like cherishing and storing a precious jewel. That’s why you bought me at a high price and don't make me do any work.”
“Not really?”
“It’s not? Ssp, I thought it was this.”
Renoa frowning her forehead.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“It doesn't matter if my prediction is wrong. Because from now on, I will try so that the Princess can regard me like a jewel.”
The conclusion derived after thinking hard while stuck in the room for a week.
‘Prevent the future where Renoa is ruined.’
If Renoa has no intention of letting me go, I change at least the future of dying.
To do that, I need to buy her favor and stay by her side. Only then can I deal with it when some accident breaks out.
Stepping into a more dangerous place to survive. This is the cornerstone directly connected to my survival.
“Do you have any work to order me by chance? I will serve the Princess with my best.”
***
Renoa didn't order anything after buying Irion from the arena.
Considering that most slaves in the world struggle with labor, it was quite an unusual treatment.
Because Renoa didn't buy Irion due to a lack of hands.
To extinguish the light he possesses.
To break his wings and lock him in a cage.
If neglected inside this mansion, she thought he would soon forget how to fly in the sky and rot like herself.
It definitely should have been like that.
“I like it~ I like it~ Mopping is good~ I like it~ Cleaning is~ good~”
When she ordered work, he cleans while singing joyfully.
This is not what Renoa hoped for.
“Stop. Do something else besides mansion cleaning. Go to the stable and take care of horses.”
“Yessir!”
Irion runs to the stable without a single complaint and takes care of horses.
“Kimino Aibaga! Zukyun Dokyun~ Hashiridashi~ Hohoi!”
Without fail, singing incomprehensible songs. A tension where it’s unknown whether he is working or playing.
Renoa’s pupils watching that shook violently left and right.
‘How...’
How can he be so energetic in this mansion?
A body that received countless cheers in the arena until recently, now just cleaning horse filth.
In his eyes, there was not a piece of resentment towards Renoa, nor pessimism about his own situation.
No different from before, he was preparing to soar again at any time.
‘What on earth is he.’
Renoa’s thought circuit creaked. He was an incomprehensible person by the common sense of the world she lived in.
Is that why.
Renoa, without even realizing it, chased him with her eyes for a long time.
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