Chapter 3 : I Raised a Servant Obsessed

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Raynard, who had lived as Tom for 12 years, stumbled upon maids approaching them.

"Don't come any closer!"

"but…."

each other to each other.

No one would ever tolerate such a dirty and smelly child in this noble mansion. And much that bothers them.

Long ago, but they did not single it out, because it was an order from the young lady herself.

The most experienced maid of the three gathered her courage and grabbed her slender arms. At that moment, Raynard swung his arms around her. , to bear the maid's push hard enough to fall on her backside.

"do not touch me!"

"Just wash up and stop at this rank:"

As soon as I entered the room, Yurina sneered. The principality is in front of it.

He hopes to sign him into the gate you are trying to sell.

You are not the rat the cat chased.

Yurina gave a weary sigh of relief and approached him.

Beam.

His body stiffens, her invitation to him. With his back glued to the wall, Raynard continued trembling.

"Rest assured that no one in this mansion will harm you."

"But they touched my body!"

Yurina turned her head to the maid who quickly shook her head.

"You didn't?"

"They did!"

And what on earth did he think? What's going on in that little head of his? seriously.

Yurina barely swallowed the words that were threatening to leave.

"I'm not sure what I was thinking about that, and some are trying to help you take a shower."

"What? Bath?"

"Baths, baths, baths, baths, baths, baths, airbrush, airbrush, airbrush, as well?"

Even after you have given a nice explanation, do not waive possession.

"Then why take off my clothes?"

To wash your body, of course.

"But why do I need to be washed by them!"

That's what everyone is doing here. "

Smell it in her answer.

"Young children?"

"Well, you have really refrained from saying such things." It's very, very easy for them to put all the blame on those under them, you know.

Yurina spoke in such a voice. And a roasted eggplant for dinner.

Fortunately, Raynard Raynard got to the sense in her words, so he immediately kept his mouth shut.

Ah, but wasn't it too fast?

There were things that could have already existed earlier.

than I expected. Not long after, Yurina waved her hand at the maids and they immediately left the room.

Raynard immediately crossed his arms across his chest in an X to cover it. Yurina couldn't help but roll her eyes at his ridiculous appearance.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Just get in there and take a shower."

Teaching Yurina to the bathtub with her chin. He shook his head stubbornly in response.

"You said you don't want to come up to the maids to clean, don't you wash yourself?"

"Why are you here then?"

"I'll take my leave, too."

"I did, so what if it happened while I was in the shower?"

Yurina's head suddenly.

His reaction was somewhat natural to the environment in which he grew up watching described in the novel.

"Charrion" was born the son of a bar hostess. Bara was where they sold their bodies. And in this case, he grew up without knowing who his father was.

Unfortunately, his beautiful proud face didn't help his circumstances in such a situation.

He had to work himself out of the men who rolled over at his sight.

It was completed, then continue the financial measure.

When he refused, he hid himself in the corner of the room. Suddenly, his mother's hand flies at him and slapped him. Oh how he wanted to escape from this horrific place. This model is left, and it is supported by it as well.

He's ten, he's up to the orphanage. But it was no different from this damned place. Day after day he was beaten and tortured mercilessly in the hell hole of an orphanage.

Those in charge of the story were not the first delivered from judgment. It was as if she had left him alone, and he was moving around the room.

She played this scene in her mind for a short moment and then sighed deeply.

It's not like I don't understand.

But she couldn't sit back and wait for him to drop his guard.

You will be able to understand what it means to swear by a noble name, but this is a very serious deal for any aristocrat. "

How are your female recipes?

"Didn't you believe me and follow me here in the first place?"

"This..."

Raynard hurt while avoiding her gaze. Yurina raised one eyebrow unconsciously at his actions.

What is your reaction?

When Yurina offered to sponsor him, Raynard said he had thought about it for a long time and almost didn't accept her offer.

But Yurina thought otherwise. Obviously, when he made that decision, he didn't believe in it himself, not even the smallest thing.

If there was anything he believed in, it wasn't her, it was her money. However, she still needed someone to protect her life.

Her only goal is to earn his trust, which is what she should do next.

But right now, she couldn't understand why he was so stubborn when he never showed it when they first met. He should have been more careful beforehand.

Yes, shouldn't he have asked more difficult questions back then, and why was he avoiding her gaze now?

I looked at his face and became more and more indignant by the second. Raynard dropped his arms from his chest.

"Yes, I believe you. How about that, huh?"

"By the way, I didn't want to tell you this."

I hesitated away from him.

Honestly, you smell really bad right now. "

Even after everything that has happened so far, it has never looked so much fun. He raised his arms and inhaled his armpits.

"...Do I smell bad?"

"Mother. "

Although his squalor couldn't hide his impressive appearance, his pretty appearance definitely couldn't mask the stench.

She hadn't shown it earlier, but Yurina thought she was going to die in the carriage from the pungent smell that permeated inside her and got stuck in her nose.

I wondered why the smell didn't weaken even after opening the windows. Perhaps now, the servants are sweating bullets because of the smell left in the cart.

Even with Yurina's candid reaction, Raynard snuck away from the bathtub.

He looks like an animal.

Just like the herbivores trying to escape while you pull back and look to the enemy to avoid being eaten.

Raynard had always been full of himself as if he was the greatest man on earth, but now, if you look closely, he was still a gullible kid.

When Yurina took a step forward near him, Raynard immediately fled behind the bathtub curtain.

Yurina put the boy's change of clothes and towel right in front of him. A small voice suddenly leaked from behind the curtain.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"I'm leaving now."

Yurina turned around and left the room without saying anything anymore. Soon, as the doors closed behind her, a faint sound of rushing water was heard.

After he heard the door slam, he undressed and went to the sink.

Starting at his toes, the hot water that was slowly rising felt strange.

He felt embarrassed as if someone was looking directly at him, so he quickly dumbed himself on his shoulders.

It's warm .

This was the first time he had bathed in warm water.

He had never thought of it in his life before.

Perhaps even when a newborn was sensitive and needed extreme care, he had never used such warm water.

I've never seen such a huge bathtub before.

There was a small bathtub in his house, but compared to this bathtub, it was so small that it was barely enough for him and his mother-in-law.

When he was over 10 years old, he felt uncomfortable about it. So on a hot day, he'd often flush and spend while washing himself.

In the orphanage, there was nowhere to bathe several children together.

Raynard was sitting hugging his knees as he recalled the shocking words of Yurina that was currently gnawing at him.

Honestly, you smell really bad right now.

This is exactly how bad it smells. He swallowed.

To be honest, he didn't even notice a bad smell.

But it was not the same, it was the same even for the children in the neighborhood who were finally received by the shelter. He thought that the children of the orphanage simply smelled like that.

However, for a noble lady who had grown up in such grandeur, the stench was undoubtedly.

And as it turned out, Yurina smelled nice. When he first met her, that was the only time he found out that a person could have such a flower-like fragrance.

She was a girl who showed him different new things in so many ways.

Yurina Carthia

Raynard closed his eyes as he tried to remember Yurina's face. In contrast to the dark, rough skin of the children in the orphanage, the slightly visible skin on her neck and wrist was bright white and glossy against her dark blond dark hair.

And those blue eyes, oh how the beam looked to him on the spot during their first meeting.

This was the first time he realized that a person's eyes can be so shiny and beautiful.

He had never looked into anyone's eyes since no one had done the same because of his bloodshot eyes.

Not even his father, his body and blood, was looking directly at him but told him that they were ominous.

Sometimes, he would look at him with troubled eyes and scream for a week that even if it weren't for him, his mother would not have died in childbirth. So whenever his father was drunk, he would writhing hugging his knees and shivering in a corner.

He wondered why she followed her all the way even after hearing such ridiculous words as having a talent in magic and wanting to nurture him. Perhaps it was because she looked straight into his eyes.

Although they weren't made of gold, those celestial blue eyes sparkled like stars, seeming to shine brighter than the sun.

After drawing an image of Yurina's face in his mind, Raynard suddenly covered his face with hot water. He couldn't tell if the heat he was feeling on his face was due to the high temperature of the water in his body or something else entirely.

When he could no longer breathe, he raised his washed face and picked up a round soap on the table beside the bathtub.

Its smell was so sweet that it could not be compared with the cheap soap that his kind father gave to his stepmother.

He put the soap near his nose and inhaled it.

It was the same scent of primrose that emanated from Yurina's body.

When he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt like something had hit him in the back of his head. Raynard had a strong feeling that he was thinking something bad and that he was heading in a dangerous direction.

He quickly shook his head and immersed his face again in the warm water. Not soon after, the cheeks began to warm up again.

Can I really use this soap?

Raynard hesitated for a moment, then raised his face and began to scrub every nook and cranny of his body with soap.

It didn't stop until all the smell was gone.