Miscellaneous Lofty Scarlet Stiletto [English Version]

Fuyuko

It feels like there is a strange object attaches on my forehead. A bit heavy and cold. On the other hand, it feels comfortable. Nausea spreads to my stomach. My body also feels weaker than usual. Feels it takes a little effort to get the light receives into my eyes when I open it. I find a maid wiping my naked chest with a wet towel.

Honestly, I am quite surprised and simultaneously pulling my hands. The maid girl is also surprised. She pulls her hand and lowers her head.

"Ah, I.. I am sorry Sir Variant." She bows down many times and her face looks scared. I do not comment and then take the ice bag from my head. Immediately the maid girl takes the object and places it in the container.

I support my body with my hands to get up and sit. It feels so strenuous that the maid girl must help me to sit down.

"Pardon for my impudence before Sir," she says while she is helping me to sit down. I do not look at her and give any reactions. She seems hesitant about facing me for the first time. Of course. People who work in this house have very strict work rules. There are even consequences of violations with the death penalty. Anyone who joins and works under the auspices of Dad indirectly becomes part of Dark Crimson. Including the servants in this mansion. Especially to personal maids and butlers. There are other 'special requirements' that they must fulfil. In conclusion, they know who we are and what our work is.

This maid girl definitely knows if I am an assassin.

"I have a schedule today," I said hoarsely. Of course, I have a schedule. I have to package my equipment for the mission to the Isle of Wight soon.

"But sir, your condition is not possible. You must rest." I look at the maid girl. I just realize, it seems like she is a new maid.

"What's your name? Where is Jessica?" The maid girl lowers her face. Does not expect that I changed the subject.

"I'm Fuyuko, sir." Oh, Japanese. "I replace Jessica from now on to become your personal maid." Our eyes meet. Both I and she are silent. She quickly lowers her head again.

The Maid and Butler in this house still use traditional British maid clothes, but with a modern touch with the design, at least. They are also required to have a charming face.

"Help me to prepare my equipment, I have a business in the Isle of Wight." When I am about to get out of bed and try to stand up, my body suddenly loses its balance. Before I almost fall down, Fuyuko quickly holds back my chest that does not wear any single cloth. Maybe she took it off when I was still asleep.

"Sir, you can't go with this condition."

After the last few months, I have been experienced mental stress. However, this time is quite grave. The problem is that I cannot delay any longer the assassination this time. I am afraid I will lose track of Deagle.

I speak right next to her ear on my shoulder. She shudders because she feels the wind coming out of my breath touching her ears. "Can you help me?" Instead of hearing Fuyuko's suggestion I ask the girl to help me. Her hands hold both of my shoulders.

Fuyuko is only as tall as my chest. It is natural, most of Japanese girls are not higher than 160 cm. Luckily my body is slim and not heavy. I do not think the girl is overwhelmed.

"Yes, Sir Variant" Her voice sounds rather trembling.

"Help me to go to the bathroom." After saying that I try to fix my position. My body still feels a little bit stiff, but I can still walk even though it is not really stable. Fuyuko leads me to the bathroom without responding anymore.

I am stepping toward the washstand and for a moment later immediately spew out all my guts. It feels a little relieved compared to before. Fuyuko suddenly panics. She is confused about what to do until the girl chooses to massage my neck. Her hand is smaller than I expected. I successfully vomit everything that has entered my stomach yesterday. My mouth feels so bitter. I do not remember how many pills went out there.

"Sir, I'll get you a drink. Please wait a minute. Don't go anywhere." I frown. My personal maid before was more courageous than Fuyuko. This girl is a little different. Maybe she is shyer type, but it turns out she is nimbler than Jessica.

Then she returns with a glass of mineral water that is held by her hand. She even helps me drink the liquid from that container.

I massage my temples that are still aching. Luckily my condition is better than before. At least I can support my own body now. I slowly return to the bed and sit on the edge.

Fuyuko looks after me from behind. I cannot deny if my walk is still shaky. After I sit on the bed's edge she comes out and not long after that she returns with a tray of porridge and soup. I turn my gaze and look at the glass wall that directly meets my room's balcony. Trying to remember what happened last night. Only the fragments I can remember.

My head turns towards Fuyuko again. "Why didn't you come last night?" I ask her with sharp eyes. Fuyuko who is about to walk towards me suddenly stops. She pauses with the tray in her hand.

"Sir, don't you remember? I was here last night. You sleep-talking and ..." Her sentence is stopped. She put the tray on the bed. After that, she opens the white lace apron that is worn. After that, she unbuttons her black dress. Until the third button, I can see a black bra as well as a stitch that is not completely dry under the collar bone, along three-finger.

A sigh comes out of my mouth. I turn to the other direction. I do not even remember if that girl has ever entered my room last night.

"You stab me with a folding knife when I want to calm you down," says her while staring at the folding knife lying on the bed. It is as if telling me what is the weapon I used so to make a stitched wound on her sleek skin.

"I don't remember." I stare at the knife.

"It's okay, Sir, your mental health was disorder." She sits beside me. "You need to fill your stomach again." She hands me a spoonful of porridge. I just motionlessly look into Fuyuko's eyes. The girl bravely looks back at me. "Sir, I don't want you to get sick."

"Apparently you're bold enough," I commented. She lowers her head again, but her hand still thrusts a spoon of porridge towards my mouth. I devour the porridge. My throat is warm when the food passes through. There might be Korean ginseng in it.

Fuyuko was about to go back spooning the porridge in the container, but I stop the maid's hand and released the spoon in her hand.

"I'll eat it later," I say while removing her hand from the bowl.

Slowly I pull her hand closer to me. Our distance is erased until I hug Fuyuko on my chest. She does not rebel or rejects and that is the way it must be. She should not refuse anything I want from her. This is what I called the 'special requirements' that the personal maids and butlers must fullfil.

I like Fuyuko more than Jessica, even though I have never really done anything to her. I could feel Jessica's passion for me was too lustful. That is why I have never really felt comfortable when she became my personal maid.

"Thank you ..." I say gently while stroking her head. "Fuyuko-chan." I give her a smile and slowly let go of my arms from her. She looks down without daring to look at me.

That morning I some spent time eating the porridge. Fuyuko accompanied me and fed me the food.