The Sub-Heroine’s Butler Is a Vicious Bastard

37. bandages and blood

After an eventful school class,

fluff-

Torino Koyono jumped onto the soft bed in the dormitory.

It was about 10 pyeong in a room per person, and it was a room full of energy to live alone.

However, Koyono didn’t have the luxury of enjoying that comfortable room.

The rolled parchment in her hand.

The fact that the guild’s certification stamp was taken was all because it was catching her nerves.

With a throbbing heart, Koyono opened it slowly.

I sincerely hope that it contains the whereabouts of ‘that person’ I wanted to find.

Her eyes are busy scanning the parchment.

However-

“…”

As time passed, Koyono’s expression grew darker and darker.

A request to collect information from a mercenary guild that paid a lot of money.

Even there, I couldn’t find out where he was.

[There were 12 men in the East with the name ‘Schmitz’, but none with blonde hair. He visited the former monk of the ordeal and asked about the whereabouts, but dismissed the story saying he did not know. As of now, it is impossible to ascertain his whereabouts or even whether he is alive or dead. If you want a detailed request, send an additional fee.]

“… Such incompetent.”

Koyono vented her anger by crumpling the parchment.

It was a request that I finally managed to collect money from, from information organization to and from place.

Even they couldn’t find the information they wanted.

Koyono blamed herself for being foolish for having false expectations.

She has been using it to find the ‘guy’ she met in the ordeal, a family that earns money.

The result was this guy in front of his eyes.

[Currently, it is impossible to confirm whether he is alive or dead.]

“…dead? or alive?”

The greatest tragedy was that the information about him kept giving me hope.

It was normal for him to have no information if he died, but in the ordeal history, he keeps trying to hide his information.

Conversely, if he were alive, he would have appeared in the world with the imprint of a flame, showing a heroic aspect.

The assumptions on both sides only made her confused.

I wish someone would show up and tell me the answer.

Koyono sincerely thought so.

A thread in your head.

It is intricately intertwined and intertwined.

And always around this time, she is overcome by the urge.

It was for this reason that he habitually reached for the chest of drawers.

In order to draw out a sharp dagger that was dark red from eating blood for a long time.

Koyono was untying the bandages on her wrists while staring blankly at the ceiling.

It was then that she suddenly shuddered and dropped the dagger.

“… !”

It was because the memories of the past flooded into my head.

[He has a tendency to treat his body too carelessly.]

The voice of a male student staring at him with serious eyes.

There was no emotion in his voice, so businesslike, but…

Koyono was able to read her worries about herself in it.

One word he uttered.

That made Koyono greatly agitate.

[Shouldn’t you value your body more?]

It must have been advice about battles…

His story is like

It was as if he was targeting his own habit.

It was all thanks to that voice that Koyono stopped doing what she used to do.

‘… why do you think now It must be someone who doesn’t care.’

Her eyes began to tremble as she looked at the dagger that fell to the floor.

The name of the man who gave him advice is Waltz Schmitz.

It was a man with the same name and appearance as ‘him’ he was looking for.

But he was a different person.

The image he showed in Dalian and the image he showed in the ordeal were to the point where you could say he was a completely different person.

An insult to Dalian, an insult to Bushido, and even an insult to oneself…

It would be an insult to compare such a person to one’s boyfriend.

Obviously, it must have been.

Why does he keep having lingering feelings for Schmitz?

smart tock-

“Uh-uh-wat!”

Suddenly someone knocked on her door.

After cutting off her thoughts, Koyono hurriedly tidied up her surroundings.

Because it wasn’t something anyone would see.

However, time was running out to re-wrap the tightly wrapped bandages.

As I unwrapped the bandages and put them in the drawer, another knock rang out.

smart tock-

[Koyono-san, are you inside? It’s Arlotte… I have something to tell you.]

It was a voice he knew.

Erral de Arlot, a student in the same lower class as himself,

She was also Schmitz’s long-serving young lady.

Calming my pounding heart…

Koyono hid her wrist inside her school uniform.

When I hurriedly opened the door, Arlott was there in a wheelchair.

“hello. I came to play because it was the room next door. I’m bored. Are you a little distracted… ? Ahaha… ”

It was Arlott, who was hesitant and let out an awkward laugh.

To be honest, I was a little surprised that he came to the dormitory without saying anything, but-

“no. The girl was bored at the same time. It’s shabby, but please come in.”

Koyono greeted her with a smile.

If you’re alone, the habit will only come out like before.

I thought it would be a little better if I had a conversation with someone.

“… Mmm, the smell… ”

“Smell, tell me… ?”

Arlott looked around and wrinkled his nose.

Seeing her like that, Koyono was afraid that the bloody smell of her habit would be discovered.

But I quickly erased that fear.

The daggers and bloodstained bandages are long gone.

‘No matter how much she is, it will be difficult for her to smell blood’

However, Koyono overlooked one fact.

Arlott has a more sensitive sense of smell than anyone else.

‘… It also smells like blood.’

I was sure after entering her room.

The faint scent of blood from the first meeting.

At first I thought it was just a misunderstanding, but now I can confirm it.

Koyono’s room smelled pretty strong of blood.

It was also a scent that lingered on the skin for quite some time.

Perhaps that means…

“Would you like some tea?”

“Ah, thank you.”

At Koyono’s suggestion, Arlot woke up from his thoughts.

her bad habits.

It wasn’t something that could be cut off with just a few words.

Having suffered terribly from the disease, she knew this well.

He will be his companion and appease Koyono’s habit.

As she drank the tea that Koyono had brewed, she made up her mind.

***

Two girls from disparate regions, North and East.

The two were able to spend quite a bit of time just talking about their previous lives.

As Koyono’s heart, which had been shaken by Arlot, calmed down,

Arlott was grateful that Koyono had become his first same-sex friend.

“Ah, come to think of it, I’m a little late, but… There is something I want to properly apologize for.”

“Apology means…”

“It’s Schmitz’s business, of course.”

Koyono seemed a little surprised by the sudden talk of Schmitz.

But it was a story that had to be told someday,

Arlott continued to apologize without stopping.

“I troubled Koyono-san during the entrance exam.”

“You certainly did humiliate me, but how could you say that again, even Prince Arlott apologizes?”

“Actually… Schmitz did it because of me.”

“… It’s because of Prince Arlott… ‘

Arlott carefully explained the circumstances at the time.

That Schmitz had to come down to the lower class because of his own inadequacies.

As a result, he had to disrespect Koyono.

Koyono listened intently.

And I couldn’t help but be very surprised.

To give up one’s honor so easily for the sake of the one he serves.

Also, to think that he was trying to turn an arrow at himself so easily.

“Forgive Schmitz for his rudeness. It’s all my fault.”

“That, like that… ”

Koyono subconsciously fiddled with the clothes covering her arm.

‘Then, everything I showed you back then… ‘

A ruthless person who ignores and shames opponents.

My first impression of Schmitz was just that.

However, if that figure was worn over for the sake of the one he served…

Because Koyono, a former samurai, was well aware of the dedication to sacrifice for the one he worshiped.

Thinking that far, Koyono’s heart grew hotter and hotter.

Unless the figure of Schmitz he concluded was not real.

Maybe we can conclude that Schmitz is ‘the guy’.

‘No, it can’t be.’

Koyono brushed her hair roughly to erase her doubts.

It was too soon to judge Schmitz based on her words alone.

It was because Koyono was about to get sick of being disappointed by having high hopes.

“Actually, I came today because I wanted to tell you this. Schmitz too… If possible, I would like you to forgive me like that.”

“You say this, there’s no way the girl can’t forgive you.”

“really… Right?”

Arlott, slumped like an abandoned cat.

Because that figure was quite cute, Koyono decided to stop thinking about it.

So the two girls started talking again.

Neither of them had such a bright past, so the stories were mostly superficial.

Afterwards, it wasn’t until the sun went down by the window and it was dusk that Arlot left Koyono’s room.

“Today was really fun. It was the first same-sex friend I ever made… ”

“The girl was happy too. How long has it been since I had such a pleasant conversation with a close friend?”

“Hehe, thank you for your words, Koyono.”

By the time Arlott left, the scent of blood that had filled Koyono’s room had faded considerably.

The frustration that had been bothering Koyono had also disappeared to some extent.

Feeling that, after sending Arlot off, Koyono…

He lay down cautiously on his bed.

In her mind, Arlott had become a very nice person.

[Please come to me anytime when you have hard or painful thoughts. It’s not good for the body to stay overnight.]

Not many people have ever said such kind things to themselves.

Then, what about her servant, Schmitz?

Is it a man with no manners like an idiot?

Is he a warm-hearted man who takes care of Arlott wholeheartedly and worries about himself?

if not… Is it ‘that’ person you met at that time?

“Whoa… ”

With a pained sound, Koyono was sprawled across the bed.

Because of that, Koyono’s wrist, which had been covered by her school uniform, was exposed defenselessly.

There are countless traces of self-harm that haven’t even been labeled yet-

It was cracked by the setting sun by the window.