Surviving As An obsessive servant | Book - 1

Chapter - 24

Oliver Tudor was a rather strict man from the first impression.

All of her shiny black hair was pushed back, revealing a straight forehead without a single fine hair, and the high-quality suit that fit her body had no wrinkles. There was no expression.

I had never seen a man like this in a slum or a large mansion.

The fact that Edric had to spend more than a day and a half with this unfamiliar and uncomfortable man in the future was difficult and overwhelming.

But since it was his own choice, he vowed hard to endure it.

“There is something Confucius must do first.”

Oliver cleared the papers silently and handed them over to Edric's desk.

He said raising his glasses with his index finger. His tone was stiffer and more rigid than that of the knight Bliban.

“You just have to read it and write down the meaning.”

Edric looked down at the paper right away.

But soon his expression hardened.

The letters drawn in black on white paper were simple word sequences. Even if you are not aristocrats, and if you become a commoner in the capital, even children can solve them without any problems.

But he couldn't recognize him because he didn't even have the really simple basics.

It just seemed like a code that could not be solved even if he was alone with his whole life.

'… … .'

I looked down at the paper with bewildered eyes, but Oliver pointed out that the fountain pen was on the right.

From day one, he couldn't do anything, so Edric took the fountain pen in his hand.

Oliver raised his eyebrows in a clumsy and ridiculous pose, as if he was holding a fork.

However, he did not see Edric, who was struggling with the white paper.

At the very least, I tried to put the fountain pen on the paper, but the ink leaked and black spots appeared.

Not being able to watch it any longer, Oliver stepped forward and retrieved the paper.

A glimpse of emotion reflected in Oliver's smooth eyeglasses.

It was familiar to Eric.

It was contempt and disrespect.

“For the time being, let’s learn the spelling first.”

'Ancient slabs... … Only after learning this will I be able to read.'

It is difficult, but you may have to skip this step. So, I was determined to do it again.

Oliver remained somewhat clerical and gave Edric a spell.

But I couldn't get it into my head easily because I was more nervous than usual.

Do you know, the tone that seemed to be judging at the end of every word made my mind even more rigid.

After a tortured moment, it was finally 4 o'clock when class was over.

Oliver looked at his watch and gave a brief greeting. All he was left with was the tension and the wrong pile of papers.

Soon, a gentle voice was heard in front of me.

“… … Did you go?”

As a familiar face popped out from behind the decoration, it was only then that it became easier to breathe.