The Sub-Heroine’s Butler Is a Vicious Bastard

45. jealousy (1)

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“Princess, this is me.”

Hanging from the window of the girls’ dormitory, I called Arlot.

In one hand was a bag of blueberry muffins purchased at the cafe.

Soon after, the window opens with a thud.

“Shu, Schmitz? what’s going on… ?”

Arlott was wearing a loose pink dress, probably because it was the weekend.

He promised to go see her today, but he didn’t seem to remember the exact time.

Her room wasn’t too different from mine because she had just entered the school, but…

The giant teddy bear that had been won as a prize a long time ago was still there.

Leaving behind a short impression, I climbed through the window and ran into the dormitory room.

“Can I come like this?”

“I took off my shoes, so don’t worry. I have been trained to climb the wall, so there is no need for others to find out.”

“That’s not the problem… !”

Arlott kept his mouth shut and showed protesting eyes.

Since he stormed into the lady’s room without saying anything, his reaction was understandable.

Well, I prepared something in case something like this would happen…

“yes… ? envelope?”

“I bought these because they sell blueberry muffins at the best cafe in the area.”

“… Hmmm, next time I won’t forgive you like this.”

Arlott opened the envelope with a wide smile as if he had never done it before.

The timing was good as it was when I was slightly hungry after dinner.

I skillfully brought a table in her room and set snacks.

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Just when Arlott was about to pop a blueberry muffin into his mouth.

It stops just before the muffin goes into your mouth.

I tried to open my mouth, wondering if there was something wrong, but Arlott acted faster.

She handed me a muffin.

“Come to think of it, Schmitz likes blueberry muffins too. let’s eat together.”

“… ah.”

Arlott smiles brightly and hands me a muffin.

The appearance of taking care of a mere butler must have really come from a beautiful heart,

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to decline her offer.

“sorry. I ate a lot at the cafe with Mr. Koyono earlier, so don’t worry about me and enjoy your meal.”

“… You ate with Koyono-san?”

Arlott’s fine brow narrowed.

… Come to think of it, I kept my meeting with Koyono a secret from her.

For a while, I hope that the words I couldn’t pick up cause a strange current in Arlot.

She started acting out her composure.

“Hmm, yes. It’s good to be friends with everyone.”

“…Next time, I’ll make sure to report it before moving.”

“I’m done watching. instead… ”

‘Send the next one with me instead.’

A weekend spent alone must have been quite boring.

When he promised it by even betting on a finger, it was Arlott who relaxed his expression only then.

“So, where did Koyono-san go?”

Arlott was curious about going out with Koyono.

There was no reason not to talk about it, so I told you everything that happened today.

Of course, I didn’t bother to work at the sword and the arena.

It was because he thought it was not a good thing to carelessly talk about the trauma that Koyono had confessed to.

“… To sum it up, I was just walking around the Academy Mall as normal.”

“It must have been fun.”

“The lady also asked for it, so I made it as close to her as possible.”

“Hmm, that’s right… ”

Arlott, who was eating muffins, made a mysterious expression.

As we talked, the muffins were exposed at some point,

I got up and cleared the table to clean up.

Arlott’s sudden action took place there.

“… I smell Koyono-san.”

The moment of contact for a moment to clean.

In that split second, Arlott grabbed my clothes and sniffed me.

I never thought that her sense of smell, which had become sensitive due to the disease, would shine in a place like this.

‘Maybe the smell in the arena is bad.’

No matter how you think about it, he is the only culprit behind the smell.

The handkerchief that wiped Koyono’s cold sweat.

What he unconsciously put into his arms must have stimulated Arlott’s sense of smell.

It doesn’t matter much if you wiped off the sweat.

The problem was that during the conversation we had just left out what happened in the arena.

Talking about it belatedly would only lead to misunderstandings…

It was literally a slope.

“I went to the bar for about half a day, so it’s only natural that the smell remains.”

“Because it remains too strong for something like that… ”

“Your lady has a sensitive sense of smell. Well, since you seem to have finished eating the muffins, let’s go away.”

It was impossible to lie anymore, so I chose to run away.

The ship finished cleaning with faster than usual hands and hurriedly headed for the window.

When you smoothly step into the window.

Only then do I feel a hand grabbing my clothes from behind.

“Why are you going so fast?”

“Because I can’t interrupt the lady’s break time.”

“… did you forget Today is the day we decided to do that.”

As I concentrated on getting out of the situation, I almost forgot the purpose of coming to her room.

The ‘that’ she was talking about must have been about vampirism.

If there’s one thing I’ve discovered after all these years of bleeding her, it’s that

It is true that the most ideal period for a vampiric cycle is about one month.

If you do vampirism too often, the energy of the imprint in your blood will fade and the effect will decrease.

Conversely, if blood vampirism is not performed for one month or longer, the symptoms of chill syndrome begin to intensify.

Because of this, the two designated this day once a month as the day of blood vampirism.

“Then, I’ll give you blood and go right away.”

“yes. Okay, so come here.”

Her hand pulled me in, and I slumped my butt onto the bed.

Previous blood vampirism had been done with finger wounds, so there was no particular reason to come into contact with Arlot.

But Arlott, no matter what the wind blew, clung to my side and showed no sign of falling.

“… What is it for?”

“Because I hurt the same finger every day… I want to get blood from another place today. Look, Schmitz’s fingers are all covered with scars.”

Her hand overlaps my fingers.

As Arlott pointed out, my left hand was full of scars.

I’m dismissing it as a wound of glory, but she must be worried about it.

“I don’t really care. If you’re worried, my lady, let’s try with the right hand today.”

“No, not your fingers… I want to try it in a more standard part.”

Arlott’s hand moved away from mine and touched my collarbone.

When the cool energy of the skin touches the body, it strangely gives goosebumps.

“… Are you referring to the nape of your neck?”

“yes. I wanted to try it once before.”

“As I said, there is no need to deliver blood through the nape of the neck… town.”

Her hand near my collarbone blocked my mouth.

As I widened my eyes at the sudden action, Arlott slowly turned to me.

As if not to miss it, Arlott approached me with his arms wrapped around my back.

“Carl, I’ll borrow you for a moment.”

Arlott’s face and a sad dagger.

it comes close to me

She buried her face near my chest and-

The feeling of the blade ran down my collarbone and drew blood.

Arlott’s lips followed soon after.

At first, I was bewildered, but as the absurd situation continued, various senses came to my brain.

Her white hair tickling the area around her neck.

The faint scent of shampoo felt in her hair.

The sharp feeling of the tongue and teeth licking my blood while fidgeting hard.

… And even the noise of the oral cavity resounding in a quiet room.

‘Zhu-wap-zhu-wap-‘

Desperately trying to erase all of that from my head, I thought of something else.

The national anthem of Korea, the national anthem of the empire, and the duty as Aralmam

The last thing that popped into my head was Koyono’s question at the cafe.

[What is the relationship between Lord Schmidt and Arlot Sozer?]

How did you answer this question?

Did you say ‘between ordinary nobles and servants’?

… Indeed, what kind of ordinary aristocrat and servant could overlap so closely?

[Mmm… They seemed pretty close for that kind of thing. Is that really all there is?]

[Then, what do you think it would have been like if there had been no difference in social status from Arlot Sojour? What kind of relationship do you think it would have been?]

The questions that were pouring out at the cafe float in my head.

What Koyono was saying was obviously asking what kind of relationship it would be if it weren’t for the relationship between an aristocrat and a servant…

It sounded different to me.

If it wasn’t for the relationship between ‘the possessor of the game’ and ‘the heroine in the game’.

If it was a relationship between a servant of his age and an aristocrat.

If he was a servant who devoted himself to work and healed nobles…

These assumptions led to a new question.

Arlott is indeed me now.

What do you think of the person called ‘me’ who is no longer the ‘Schmitz’ of the original work?

Do you consider yourself a normal user?

if not…

“… now… done.”

As Arlott moved away from me, my thoughts stopped there.

She lowered her head and averted her gaze, as if she was aware that she had done something bold.

Her ears glowed red between the already white skin and hair.

“Then let’s go.”

In an awkward atmosphere, I jumped straight out of the dorm room through the window.

Using his superior speed, he jumped over the wall of the dormitory.

beating- beating- beating-

Is it because you panic over the sudden situation, or because you run fast and your body needs oxygen?

Only my heart beating faster than ever lingered in my ears-

On the nape of her neck, which was accidentally reflected in the window, there was a clear kiss mark left by Arlot.