He was Almost Absorbed by the System

Chapter Eighteen - No Longer a Chef

Author's note; I made a couple of mistakes in Chapter Fifteen. Firstly, there is no Justin, the young Master is named Matthew. Not sure if anyone spotted that, but it's fixed now anyway. (Edit, also made this mistake in chapter seventeen, thanks to said mistake in chapter fifteen and failed to 100% fix it lol thanks for the spot KuromiAzusa) Secondly, Matthew is Aidan, not Warren, thank you to Sweety_Dream-Nyan who pointed that mistake out to me.  He was always meant to be Aidan not Warren, I must have been thinking too much about my pale-eyed boy and typed his name in that chapter instead! So my apologies, it's all fixed and I hope so is any confusion!

He was dreaming. He was dreaming of a beautiful tree, a tree adorned by flowers of pink, whose petals drifted upon the wind to fall upon the lush surrounding grass that stretched out like a soft carpet of green. Within the shade of the tree was a blanket covered with strange looking dishes. Yet as strange as they looked, each morsel that passed his lips burst into festival of flavour upon his tongue, each morsel made him greedier to try the next. He was not alone, beneath the tree, partaking this picnic. He could not see his companion, but he could hear deep laughter than stirred a million wonderful sparks within him, which then travelled along his skin. Happiness surrounded and filled him along with the feeling of contentment. And then it was gone and...

He was standing in a room. The room was white... all white... everywhere white... why was it so white...? Even that strange square is white... but it is glowing... glowing white... it drew him to it. The glowing white square... upon it's white stand within the white space... displayed strange writing. Strange writing which was not white... strange as it was not in familiar cursive calligraphy with it's curls and curves... strange as each sentence were formed by words formed by single letters not joined together... strange as he felt he could read it...

And so he read the not white writing on the glowing white screen and it told a story... but not in the way a story should... it told the story in the way the writer might write the story before the story was written in order to be read.

"The Female Protagonist is Elizabeth Lawson," it read. "She is hired to be the nanny for Lord and Lady Lancaster. However, during her employment, she discovers that Lady Lancaster is abusive to her three children. She tries her best to protect the children from Lady Lancaster, but during one of the Lady's rages, she is partially blinded in one eye. Lord Lancaster's younger brother, Keith Lancaster is present during this time and rescues, Elizabeth and the children. He confronts Lord and Lady Lancaster and convinces Lord Lancaster to divorce the Lady. Elizabeth and Keith then get married and have a son. The former Lady Lancaster, disowned by her family, decides to get revenge by burning down the family home and attempts to make it look like an accident, however she gets trapped in the building and dies along with her children. Lord Lancaster, devastated by his loss, commits suicide leaving his brother and wife to inherit the title and estate."

As he read the writing, it faded and more appeared until the words completely vanished into white nothing. Slowly new writing begins to appear on the white screen.

"You will be sent missions to complete in due course. Do not fail."

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Matthew stretched in a way that might have reminded an observer of a lounging feline, before throwing back his sheets and continuing the stretch has he rose from the guest bed.  After removing the questionable drink from his sister's hands with a cheeky exclamation; "how can you drink this?" and generic excuse; "think of the children!" he had attempted to relocate Cornelius, but the man and his siblings had already departed.  Thus he had foolishly partook in a number of alcoholic drinks, before dancing with his pretty nieces and nephew until all four of them had been ushered to bed by Lady Katrina.