I Became The Villain's Secretary

Chapter 21

'Huh?'

Renar's eyes suddenly widened as if someone had slapped him to wake him from a beautiful dream.

He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, his heartbeat quickening by the second. "I'm...in my room?!"

He sat down immediately. It was early in the morning, as always. The bed was soft, as always. The scent in the room was familiar, unchanged, as always.

Yet, how had he ended up here?

He grabbed his head, worried. "Don’t tell me I fell asleep yesterday! Impossible!" His memories were hazy, like a drifting cloud. Last night, he had dozed off in the carriage, vaguely hearing Devland say something, but he had dismissed it without thinking.

"Who knows what he was telling me...shit, maybe he even got pissed. Was he the one who brought me here?" The thought embarrassed him so much that it jolted him back to his senses. "Argh! What’s going on in my head? He’s not the type to do something like that!"

He sighed heavily, getting up from the bed. There was nothing he could do anyway, if he's not in the army it means no punishment has been planned.

He went to the mirror and washed his face, dressed, combed his hair and left his room.

There was a separate room for Devland's secretaries, where they could have all their meals. In truth, though, it was almost always used only for breakfast, as they typically ate lunch and dinner while working.

'Well, everything probably went smoothly yesterday. His Grace didn’t get angry, since I'm not being tortured in training by the army, I'm sure everything went normal!' But when the maids greeted him with those strange looks, he began to reconsider... 'Or not?!'

Renar no longer knew what to believe. Had he messed up so badly that he pissed Devland off to the point where he was considering where to send him in front of everyone? Or had he just said something half asleep, without even realizing it?

'Calm down, calm down. At least I can ask my colleagues.' He entered the room, he was the second to arrive, Claude was there, sitting.

"Good morning Lord Claude." Renar said, bowing, then walked to the seat next to Claude's. The table was huge, yet everyone had a permanent seat.

"Good morning Lord Renar." It was a bit awkward, he felt something was different.

Luckily the door suddenly burst open, breaking the embarrassing silence. "Good morning Renar and Claude!" It was the classic loud voice that they had to hear every day.

A loud smack was heard. “Adam, lower that voice.”

"Ouch! Don't be so mean, Jett, what's wrong if..." He closed his mouth, Jett's glare was too intimidating to handle.

'At least Adam doesn't look that different from usual...'

Claude and Renar replied a good morning in return.

The two sat down, and at the same time, the maids came in with breakfast.

Fresh, warm bread straight out of the oven, mature cheese, jams of various flavors, scrambled eggs, raspberries, and hot cow’s milk in a jug, an array of tempting foods, all accompanied by a very strange mood.

Those factors didn't go very well together in Renar's opinion.

He sighed internally as he began to eat alongside the others. "Lords, I would like an honest answer," he began, cutting his egg in half with grace. "Did I do anything wrong last night?"

Everyone stopped and then exchanged a look.

"Not exactly, you have done nothing wrong, Lord Renar." Jett replied bluntly.