年轻的保姆

Raydon packed everything into his dimensional storage, opened his shabby closet, and put on one of his few pairs of clothes. It was just a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.

He wanted to go out and explore. He wished to sell his excess items and, if possible, purchase new ones.

While the items he discovered weren\'t bad, the skill combination was poor. His intention was specifically to look for an investigative-type skill. He was aware of how crucial investigative abilities were in these kinds of games.

He was about to open the door when he heard the sound of a key being turned on the other side of the door. Obviously, someone was attempting to open the door.

After a brief pause, Raydon muttered while his pupils grew wider. \'\'Damn, I forgot her. \'\'

He hurried back to his bed, pulled the blanket over his neck, and quickly closed his eyes while feigning sleep.

Soon after, the door opened, and a woman with purple hair entered, her face as flawless as a doll\'s, but with a nervous expression. She was dressed in a traditional black and white maid costume. She was wearing a pair of black half-laced boots and white gloves with lovely lace embroidery at the ankles.

\'\'Ahh, I\'m late again. Hey, are you okay? I hope you\'re not dead yet. \'\' The woman called out, looking at Raydon. She set the grocery bag aside and flung open the window.

\'\'The room is really stuffy. Nevertheless, the air outside isn\'t very good either. Although I could have invited you to stay with me, I don\'t believe your family would agree. \'\' She murmured while glancing out the window.

She walked slowly over to Raydon and said. \'\'I think you should take a hot bath before dinner. I\'m sure your body is aching from lying in bed all day. \'\'

Raydon\'s blanket was removed by the woman. \'\'Huh? Why are you dressed up? The last time I left you, I\'m fairly certain you weren\'t wearing these. \'\'

After giving it some thought, she sighed and said.

\'\'I\'ve been working so hard lately that I haven\'t even been able to get a good night\'s sleep. I suppose I can\'t even remember what I did anymore. I should be more cautious the next time.\'\'

She set the blanket aside and gently removed Raydon\'s pants. After that, she removed his shirt.

\'\'Wow, there seems to be a change in you. Your complexion no longer looks so pale. \'\' She said that, and then noticed something as she reached out to remove Raydon\'s boxers.

\'\'Hm? What is that? \'\' She grabbed Raydon\'s hand and turned it over to see what it was after noticing something on the back of his hand.

\'\'Is this a tattoo? W-wait, I don\'t remember you having something like this before. I\'m not that sleepless. I know this tattoo. N-no way y-you… \'\' When Raydon\'s voice—which she had never heard before—started to play in her ears, the woman stumbled in shock.

\'\'Well, nothing major, just a teenage fad, hehe. \'\' Raydon said as he opened his eyes and gave an awkward smile.

\'\'You can speak? Are you really awakened as an item holder?\'\' The woman\'s beautiful purple eyes widened as she stared at Raydon. She wanted to be certain that the person in front of her was, in fact, the same person she had known and cared about for years.

\'\'Yes, it\'s really not that big of a deal. \'\' Raydon got out of bed, unconcerned, and began to put back on the clothes she had just taken off from him.

When the woman remembered she was the one who stripped Raydon of his clothes, she suddenly became enraged. She was the one who had taken care of him for years and had frequently witnessed him in a naked state. At the time, she didn\'t care because she believed he was simply someone who needed assistance.

But now it was different. Also, Raydon was only 3 years younger than her.

\'\'Why did you allow me to remove your clothes if you could move? I was about to wash you and there was no way I could have missed the tattoo on your hand, do you realize that? \'\' Raydon was yelled at angrily by the woman.

\'\'I know, I know. I just didn\'t want my family to find out. I also have my own methods for hiding the tattoo; I was just a little careless, tch. \'\' Raydon delivered the second half of his speech silently, but she could clearly hear what he was saying.

Raydon had a family who stopped caring about him and disowned him. He, therefore, had no idea how they would respond if they learned that he was now an item holder. Raydon also couldn\'t stand to be controlled by a family, especially one like that, as he was accustomed to living alone all the time.

In addition to all of this, despite the fact that he appeared not to be bothered by his family\'s treatment of him, he secretly harbored some resentment and desire for vengeance.

Raydon\'s indifferent demeanor left the woman speechless, but she could still understand him. She was thus more familiar with his family than Raydon, perhaps.

\'\'I can see why, but I don\'t think you can keep it a secret for very long. \'\' The woman sighed as she spoke.

\'\'You\'re not going to tell them, are you? \'\' Raydon questioned.

\'\'No, it\'s not about me. I\'m not the one whose mission is to take care of you. If that woman learns—and eventually she will—she will report it without a doubt. \'\'As she spoke about the other woman, she was unable to conceal the disgust in her tone.

\'\'Not important. At least I\'ll be free for a while. \'\' Raydon started to walk toward the door after he was done with his dressing.

The surprised woman enquired, \'\'Where are you going? \'\'

\'\'To wander around a little. \'\'

\'\'To wander around? Do you realize where you live?\'\' the woman asked again.

\'\'That\'s what I want to know. \'\' Raydon said with a grin.