Chapter 1
Chapter 1
My body trembled even more violently.
That hand paused for a moment, then began to stroke the back of my head even more gently.
Just as it had on countless nights before.
His fingertips brushed through my hair with just the right amount of pressure.
“Is Master feeling unwell tonight?”
Charles’s voice was the same as ever-deep, gentle, and laced with genuine concern.
He reached out, intending to check my forehead for a fever.
A line of Bullet Comments scrolled across my vision:
[You can’t blame the spoiled drama queen Female Supporting Character for never suspecting him. If I hadn’t seen the big boss snap a Player’s neck with a smile on his face with my own eyes, I’d be fooled by this gentle facade too.]
Snapped a neck?
My body stiffened, and I abruptly slapped his hand away.
The moment my fingertips brushed his palm, a chill ran through me; he was ice-cold.
“Get away! Your hands are freezing. Are you trying to freeze me to death?”
I forced myself to sit up, maintaining my usual arrogant and haughty demeanor.
Charles didn’t seem bothered. He simply withdrew his hand.
There was even a hint of a doting smile on his face.
“My apologies, Master. I just finished processing some frozen goods, and the chill is still clinging to my hands.”
Processing frozen goods?
I noticed a dark red stain on the cuff of his white shirt.
Bullet Comments:
[Hahaha, ‘frozen goods.’ Does he mean the Players who were dismembered and tossed into the cold storage?]
[It’s a good thing this Female Supporting Character is lazy and a shut-in who loves staying in her room. If she had wandered anywhere else in the castle, she would’ve realized something was wrong ages ago.]
[I remember this spoiled drama queen Female Supporting Character ends up being turned into sashimi by the big boss and eaten piece by piece.]
[The big boss’s own carefully cultivated ingredients… I’m sure they’ll be clean and delicious to eat, hahaha.]
Sashimi?
Me?
As the Bullet Comments continued to scroll, my heart sank further with every word.
My body had always been frail and sickly. Now, gripped by intense terror, I began to cough uncontrollably.
Charles patted my back with one hand while feeding me warm water with the other.
The water seemed to have honey in it, tasting faintly sweet.
The coughing fit gradually subsided, and my heart slowly began to steady.
I looked up, truly observing the man in front of me for the first time.
As the most attentive and thoughtful Butler in the castle, Charles always appeared in a black tailcoat.
His features were exquisite and sharp, his skin a sickly, porcelain white.
Every movement he made was elegant and noble.
Rather than a Butler, he looked more like the true master of the castle.
Seeing me staring at him without blinking, Charles’s Adam’s apple bobbed. A flash of red light seemed to flicker within his silver-gray eyes.
He reached up and loosened his tie.
I immediately realized what was happening and quickly cut him off. “Don’t take it off!”
Charles had already shed his jacket. His hand, which had just touched the belt at his waist, paused at my words.
He looked at me, a look of confusion crossing his face.
A moment later, a look of realization dawned on him.
“That was inconsiderate of me, Master. I shall go bathe first and change into your favorite manservant outfit.”
Before I could stop him, he vanished from the room like a ghost.