He can’t trust anyone in this place. That was his mother’s last will.
Baby—. That’s the only way you can survive—.
With a hazy consciousness, Edrick slowly blinked. There was only the faint sound of rain drifting over the lonely surroundings.
‘Again—. It’s a dream about mother—.’
As he sighed, he felt intense thirst and a sore throat. It seemed that it was because he shouted more than usual at his servant
‘—I’m thirsty.’
He awoke with foggy eyes, a result of only getting a few hours of sleep.
However, because he had thrown all his things so far, the servants didn’t leave a water bottle in his room. There was a string beside his bed , but he didn’t want to use it. He didn’t want to turn to servants who worshiped the Duchess like a God.
He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep. But all that came out of it was the groan coming out of his throat.
“Would you like some water?”
‘Now I can even hear hallucinations—’
He let out a sigh at his own weakness. But in a moment, a cold liquid flowed between his lips.
‘It’s refreshing—’
More, a little more—.
Instinctively, he opened his mouth wider and tried to drink the water. But the more he did, the more the water flowed in little by little. As he frowned in frustration, he heard a soothing voice.
“You can get choked if it’s like that. It’s okay, the water won’t run away. Slowly. Do it slowly.”
The voice heard close up was as clear as day. Who is giving him water? He kicked all of the servants out the last time. He lifted his heavy eyelids to see who it was. It turned out to be a skinny boy of the same age as him. As he walked down the bed, his neat silver hair fluttered lightly over the shoulder.
“—Rovel?”
Rovel recognized the faint sound that may be buried in the sound of rain from time to time. As he was heading to the window, he quickly turned around.
“Yes. Rovel is here. How can I help you?”
The cheerful expression and the corner of the rolled-up mouth revealed a hint of playfulness. Edrick was embarrassed inside.
He reflexively said his name, but no other words came to mind. Even if he was angry as usual, he couldn’t remember the harsh words, most likely because he was half-sleep.
When he was silent, Rovel bowed politely as if he knew it. He was still smiling around his mouth.
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Surviving as an Obsessive servant
FantasyThe third time to die after suffering from the same rare disease in the BL novel. She can't die in vain like this anymore. So, special measures were taken. 'Let's put a spoon on the well-prepared medicine table!' Young master, I won't miss a single...
