房客(糙汉)何璐程曜坤

But still, first things first - the plan would be a bust if Miriette's health worsened since the day before. The dark-haired girl has said that she was alright but it could have been just a front!

Zoemi wasn't going to risk his master's health just for a few quick affection points.

|And if she developed a fever, we can always change the night-walk date into a care-for-the-sick date-like event, which could turn out to be even more efficient with Miriette seeing the carrying side of Horeo, while he would catch a glimpse of how adorable Mireitte is while she isn't purring out a front...|

The black-haired boy nodded to himself - it still would be good because it would show to the first prince the defenseless side of his fiance, but for some reason, Zoemi felt uncomfortable at the thought of his master alone with the first prince when she's a little dizzy and all weak and meek.

"It's just because I don't like the idea of my master being sick and suffering."

The scarred attendant furrowed his brows and said looking at his reflection in the mirror while styling his hair.

The black-haired boy checked the time on his pocket watch – he still had more than enough time to spare...

"Why not practice a little bit...:

Zoemi muttered to himself with a determined expression and walked towards his desk before pulling out a drawer.

It was almost empty - only a few chunks of semi-transparent milky crystal rolled forward from the back.

"..."

Zoemi picked up the biggest chunk that he spent almost the entire month's worth of his earnings as an attendant and weighed it in his hand carefully, before raising it up and examining it.

The fragment of a magic crystal looked just like any old piece of broken crystal should look with the exception of the barely visible fine engravings marking its surface indicating its use.

"Hmph...!"

Zoemi frowned and squeezed it in his hand as hard as he could.

The crystal was incredibly hard, instead of crushing it, he almost hurt his hand in the end.

"...good..."

The black-haired youth nodded with satisfaction, and then he lightly grabbed the crystal between his index finger and his thumb as if he was picking something frail and delicate.

"...now, just like with the darkness blade..."

Zoemi whispered while concentrating – the thing was he wasn't really trying to create the dark dagger-like blade but instead focused on merely pushing out as much of the corrosive mana as he could, injecting it straight into the milky crystal.

"..."

Nothing seemed t change but the black-haired boy has opened his eyes as if he had accomplished something.

The crystal still bot looked and felt just a sturdy as before.

"Muffle."

*pshaaa*

Zoemi activated his silencing spell and right as he did so, the shard of the milky crystal in his hand crumbled into the powdery dust.

"...!"

Zoemi felt the euphoria filling up his body.

"This will take care of at least half of the bad endings~"

He breathed out in relief and then blew off the remainings of the magic crystal from his hand, satisfied that at least one part of his long-term plan is going well.

|But how to get my hands on those damned bracelets...

Zoemi was thinking about the future and opened the door leading to the hallway.

He looked down to check if the mana potion would be there again - and he became surprised.

There was not just one vial in front of his door - there were two!

Waiting for him neatly in line, with a bit of a distance between the two.

The black-haired boy picked both of them up and looked at them closely.

|Could it be that the heroine is buying my protection?|

It wasn't so difficult to understand that after the bullying started, the heroine wanted to get someone trustworthy to back her.

Although he wouldn't go out of his way to help her, since it would be helping the person without whom his master would have a perfectly happy life – still, as long as he'll manage to keep Miriette safe, nothing was stopping him from nudging the blond heroine in the right direction while under the pretense of worrying about her...

|Thanks for the potions, though.|

Zoemi shrugged his shoulders and put the vials into his pocket before venturing to make his master's breakfast.

---

Since the scarred attendant used muffle on himself to test out something before, he had appeared especially creepy, walking through the dark hallway without making single a sound.

Because of a similar reason, he entered the kitchen without being noticed by the younger brown-haired youth and the short brown-haired girl in a butler's uniform, who were apparently having a quarrel.

"Miss Teo, I have no idea what got into you today, but I refuse to allow you to get anywhere near those ingredients!"

Patishi declared while doing their best to keep the short attendant away from the counter.

"Your words are unreasonable, Patishi. I am responsible for preparing a meal for my master and that is what I will do. Please, move aside."

The brown-haired attendant shook her head and declared.

"No! The ingredients are afraid of you today! I'm not letting you waste them!"

Patishi was adamant, spreading their arms and blocking the short attendant.

"Well, tell them that I am not dangerous, then. I'm just going to use them to prepare a meal."

The girl in the butler's uniform shrugged her shoulders and declared with an indifferent expression

"No, you won't! You're holding that knife as if you were ready to murder someone!"

Patishi furrowed their brows and motioned at the tool in the girl's hand that she was holding up rather menacingly, to tell the truth...

"Just let me..."

"I refuse!"

The attendant opened her mouth but Patishi interrupted her, not backing even an inch.

"J-JUST LET ME MAKE A MEAL FOR MY PRINCE, ALRIGHT!?"

"!!!!!"

The constant interruption seemed to be enough even for the usually calm girl and she ended up shouting at the brown-haired youth, as her voice cracked from the embarrassment.

"...uh-huh..."

Zoemi let out a sigh and approached the two.

Then he grabbed the short brown-haired girl's head and pulled it backward making her face the ceiling.

"S-sir Zoemi...?!"

She gasped in shock, staring at the scarred boy with her widened, tearful eyes.

As Zoemi was looking down straight at the short brown-haired girl's face, the effect of his muffle spell has conveniently ended.

"Veo. Is there a reason for you to be in the kitchen instead of Teo? And why are you bothering my younger sis... sibling."

Zoemi asked in a tired voice and bit his tongue, remembering not to use a form that could get the brown-haired youth in trouble.

"Eh? Veo? Big brother Zoemi, are you telling me that this girl is not Teo?"

Patishi asked in a confused voice, looking between the two, blinking repeatedly.

"...indeed...."

Veo pouted and gave an affirmative answer to Zoemi's question while looking away.

"And the reason is...?"

The black-haired boy tilted his head and inquired while leaning in.