Crazy owner (6)
“One more word and I’ll kill you right here.”
“-...”
“Get out right now.”
It was well known that members of the royal family or nobles carried weapons in their bedrooms for self-defense. However, it was doubtful where the thing that did not exist before came from.
And he spoke seriously. She knew it wouldn't happen, but when she was faced with the dull eyes that seemed to be looking straight at her, she swallowed dry saliva without even realizing it.
“Well, then I’ll let your underwear stay.”
Straightening her back, she left the room as if she were running, carrying a pile of collected laundry. Of course, as soon as she closed the door, her legs gave way.
She slid down by the door. Her heart began to beat wildly. The feeling of the gun touching her forehead was clear.
Was he really going to shoot?
Why did you miss this?
The local count was an absolute psycho.
Renika looked surprised when she was handed a basket of laundry. She was surprised to find that she had been given the perfect laundry kit today, as Paula usually only brought pillowcases and sheets with her face tired of dirty clothes every time.
Renica was one of the few people Paula had met every day since she arrived at this mansion. Every morning she came to the annex to pack laundry and bring new items to use.
“It looks like everything went smoothly this time.”
“Thanks to the sir.”
Thanks to you, I'm having a hard time right now.
Renica still wouldn't be able to see her face because of her bangs, and Paula raised the corner of her mouth, which was clearly visible. Even if she complained that it was difficult, she didn't know how to convey it, so she had to pretend that she was fine.
Renika looked her over again from head to toe, collected her laundry and left.
When she left, Paula sighed and trudged into the room.
That's all the harvest this morning. Breakfast, as usual, was turned upside down. She couldn't be persistent this time because she remembered him putting the gun to her forehead. He hadn't eaten anything last night, but she didn't care.
That's why you're so skinny.
He didn't eat properly.
As soon as I bring something, you are the first to throw it away.
Thanks to him, Paula could enjoy food that he did not eat. She ate a small brunch of cold, watery soup and bread. This was also pleasant in its own way. In the past, fasting was her daily routine, and the food left by her father and Alicia was all she had.
Yes, when she thought about her life before she came here, she had nothing to fear, not even the owner’s character.
However, Vincent's deplorable atrocities continued after this. The food she took for lunch was thrown away without even entering the room. As soon as she walked in, he dropped his things and went crazy. He started throwing it as soon as she opened the door. When he fell asleep briefly, it was a mistake to return the watch and vase.
Every time he threw things like that and broke them, she had to find replacements for them. One day she asked Isabella if it would have been safer to remove it altogether, but Isabella said that when she removed all the items one day, his entire body was covered in scratches.
In a word, it was self-harm. She explained that he did not stop hurting himself, even though his nails were broken and his wounds were ripped and bleeding. Perhaps he was getting rid of this vile disposition by throwing things away.
And in the evening it was the same. There was nothing to throw for lunch since she didn't bring the food back, but the food, as usual, was turned upside down. When she brought it back, the result was the same.
Now when you approach him, he starts waving his arms. Then if you touch him, he will lower the gun and look at you.
The next morning she couldn't even change her pillowcases. Pushing aside all the broken things, she began to eat, vowing to feed him. Needless to say, failure to do this before the evening was the intended result.
Two days passed like this. Isabella, who came to check on his condition, made a strange face. As if she knew it, the woman looked as if he had foreseen this situation. Paula felt a chill as she watched the head maid leave, sighing softly. Somehow she felt a warning that she should not hear her sigh anymore.
That day her patience was at its limit. She was no longer afraid of the gun he held. What was scarier to her now than a gun was reality. The last time she heard the saying "the man who serves the master suddenly disappears" came to mind. There was no need to ask what happened to them.
The bowl, floating in the air, landed on her head. Rice soup flowed down from the bowl, wetting her head. That's how the dinner ended with a fall.
This was no longer surprising.
Wiping the tears streaming down her face, she entered her room and made her vow, punching her pillow.
Let's see.
You son of a bitch!
Getting her anger under control when morning came, she got dressed, packed his food, and ran to Vincent's room. As soon as she walked inside, she pulled back the curtain to let light into the dark room and put away the things that fell to the floor one by one. Then the dirty sheets were also returned.
As if it was natural, the gun touched his forehead.
“Do you want to die?”
“Just shoot.”
" - What?"
"If I continue to neglect my master, I will eventually die. It will be a long time before I disappear without a sound. If I am to die, it would be an honor for me to be shot by my master. Go ahead, shoot and start all over again."
“-...Are you crazy?”
“Aren’t you going to shoot? Then I’ll change the sheets.”
When she pulled the sheet up, he got scared and grabbed the sheet.
They pulled the sheet from side to side.
However, the opponent was a man who couldn't even smell blood.
She snorted and tugged at the sheet with all her might.
“You're crazy!”
She removed the sheet and brought a new one, leaving behind a screaming Vincent.
“Get out now!”
“Yes, I will leave, but only after I have completed my work. Could you please stand up so that I can quickly finish and leave?”
She made Vincent scream again and straightened the sheets. His body, moving along with the sheet, fell helplessly to the floor. Paula pretended not to notice, took off the sheet and changed it. She then quickly changed the pillowcases.
After staring blankly into the air for a moment, he came to his senses and wrinkled his face. Words up to “You!” were cut out in the middle.
(note from the translator: I myself have no idea what was meant in the last sentence)
“I’ll bring you breakfast.”
The floor was littered with objects and she didn't know what to do because he was so hot-tempered, so the girl placed the food she brought in front of the door that was furthest away.
She made a deliberate sound of footsteps and walked away, then came back again with the food she left by the door.
Vincent felt the floor, climbed onto the bed and sat down. He again tried to grab what he wanted to wrap himself in - a sheet, but grabbed a spoon instead.
" - What are you doing".
“The food is ready.”
“I'm not going to eat.”
He threw the spoon he was holding onto the floor. Paula watched as the spoon hit the floor and bounced off. The girl brought a new spoon. She knew this would happen, so she brought some more.
“How old are you, and you still grumble like a child.”
"Do you really want to die by my hand? That's why you're so arrogant?"
He still had the gun in his hand. Paula looked at him fumbling with it and then stared back at Vincent's face.
“You can’t see what’s ahead. How can you guess?”
“My fingers are fine.”
“It looks like you have the confidence to shoot.”
“Shooting was my specialty.”
Wow, I understand.
Kneeling in front of him in brief admiration, she placed the bowl of rice on her lap. Then he scooped up the rice with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.
“-Open your mouth, please. I will feed you.”
“ - Take it away!”
Vincent waved his hand, but she took the bowl faster than him and dodged back. He fumbled around and couldn't find anything to throw. The girl removed all the things he threw around last night.
Vincent, realizing that he had found nothing, clutched his pistol. The veins on the back of his hand bulged. And yet he did not think about shooting.
She brought the spoon to his lips again.
“Come on, a-do it.”
“Aren’t you going to put this away right now?”
“One bite and I’ll take it away.”
“I'm not going to eat. Take this away.”
“Just eat a piece. Or would you like to eat alone?”
“I told you to put it away! Get out!”
“You can’t chew?”
“-...”
“You are an adult and you can’t even chew food in your mouth.”
Vincent gasped as she added affectionately. The girl didn't finish there, but was kind enough to tell him how to use his mouth.
He suddenly kicked the bowl on her lap. The bowl rolled across the floor with a loud noise. The sound of rice falling along a hilly path. She lost her balance and closed her eyes tightly when she saw the bowl rolling on the floor.
This time she couldn't control her anger.
“Are you afraid of me?”
" - What?"
" - I asked if you are afraid of me to such an extent that you cannot even eat anything. Why do I even feed the master food? Are you that good? Oooh, what a wonderful person you are. You are the owner of this wonderful family."
"...What are you doing?"
“I am giving you instructions.”
The reason she tolerated his temper until now was because she had a good heart.
Having lost his sight, he was locked in this room.
Soon after he became blind, he continued to go about his daily life without a hitch.
He couldn't see, so instead he listened to the butler's voice and got his way, trying to live a life that was no different from when he could see.