The Overlords Witch {BL}

Chapter 24 - Preparation

A crisp knock sounded at the big hollow brown door, but no response came on the other side. Several knocks later the door was opened, "not good" Ingrim opened in his usual harsh voice. Just before him, was the boy completely taken by his slumber, and Ingrim was already thoroughly informed on a certain someone's sleeping patterns. And when he doesn't wake, the boy simply doesn't wake. But at the same time, his majesty couldn't be kept waiting.

"have him washed thoroughly after waking him up, dress him and when he's finished bring him to his majesty's chamber's", after giving orders to the army of maids behind him Ingrim stepped out the room. And immediately after as if ready for a battle the maids rushed in pulling up their sleeves as if prepared for a challenge.

"Wow he really is a boy, he's prettier than all of us put together" several giggles decorated the bathhouse. Just as the witch struggled to open his heavy eyes the pretty laughs and joy in the air disappeared into nothing.

He looked down and noticed that his body was submerged in warm fragrant water, "A dream? " he looked around and holding each of his hands scrubbing his fingernails was a person he didn't recognise and also there was some behind him. "No... um, Lord, you wouldn't get up so we went ahead and started preparing you" the female servant behind him opened.

"Oh" the witch yawned "thank you," he said with a smidge of a smile creeping on his lips.

Tired eyes yet so carefree, and a face so well defined soft and still, the maids unbeknownst by the witch had each of their hearts leaping out their chest. His voice along with his smile had one of them fall weakly to the floor.

"Is she okay", the pure fear and worry decorated on the witch's face caused many more of them to swoon.

"she's fine", they almost unanimously answered desperately pushing the witch back in the water, while also signalling at the other maidservant to get up. Each of them knew at this point they couldn't handle anymore, otherwise, another one of them would go down so pitifully.

"is anything the matter", the servant attending to the witch's left hand asked noticing a very vague crease in his eyebrow.

"Hungry", he said in a solemn pout.

The two attending to his hands each gave each other a harsh long glare before they both simultaneously raced off. Both extremely determined to beat the other with pure speed and Just as they both rushed out, they stopped abruptly.

This was it, they were caught at their most unprofessional and unseemly by the worst person imaginable. It was his majesty himself and his main attendant Ingrim, this was easily a nightmare for both of the maids.

As they fixed their posture and bowed accordingly hoping that their slip-up was dismissed, the first person in front of them opened.

"You two seem to be very nonchalant for a pair with a task", Ingrim said clearly not impressed. Ares, on the other hand, seemed fascinated, though not in a way that any of the servants would hope for.

The shorter of the pair spoke up trembling as she did, "well... um the young lord said he was hungry so we wanted to get him..."

"okay", Ingrim stopped her from speaking any further, looking as if he were tortured by her exasperated way of speaking.

Already losing his patience Ares stepped forward with his usual domineering attitude, "Dismissed", Ares ordered.

The two servants glanced at one another before quickly carefully scuttling off.

Ares gave Ingrim a side glance, "Ingrim make sure to notify the chef to make something sweet", Ingrim nodded slightly then left the same direction the servants fled to.

As Ares turned toward the bathhouse, he heard a piercing scream ricochet through the halls, Ares swiftly picked up his pace and what greeted his eyes was not at all something he was even considering.

The boy who he believed to have at least learnt his lesson from yesterday was currently he could only describe as immorally-courting a servant-girl. No subtleness whatsoever, in the face of an entire crowd; just plainly wantonly parading his naked parts to a servant, who was clearly displaying pure fear.

Ares let out a cold laugh, he was fooled. He could not believe he actually was fooled completely dancing around the palm this so-called innocent, dense witch.

Ares felt the anger burn inside of him, slowly as if fire picked up within of him; he was mad, not enough to kill however, nevertheless, he was mad.

Seeing the emperor not only enter but laugh so eerily the servants who all had perfect common sense slowly picked themselves up and fled the bathhouse, not daring to stay and find out what would happen if they'd delayed another minute.

But the two main culprits; didn't even notice the strange transition and lack of figures in the bathhouse, and remained as they were.

wow?? what could ever have happened? so strange it was so peaceful just a second ago...

.....Anyway, I was thinking I should do titles but I'll take my time with it. plus I need to change/update the summary.

Hope u enjoyed this chapter guys it was an EXTRA CHAPPY, cuz I felt very bad for depriving you of the witch, soooo you welcome. Love youuuuu