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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: My Name is Sei-an
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“Sei-an…”
Kai kept repeating the name ‘Sei-an,’ trying to get used to it.
He figured it would be best to adapt quickly to the life of this ‘Sei-an’ now that things had come to this.
Knock, knock!
“Come in.”
Click!
At that moment, a presence was heard from outside the door, and it slowly began to open.
“Th-the meal is ready.”
“…”
A servant entered, carrying food, her expression rigid with tension.
Sei-an was still recovering and had been eating in his room.
Kai—no, Sei-an—watched the servant place the food on the table with trembling hands, his gaze puzzled.
He wasn't so unobservant as to miss the fear in the eyes of the people here when they looked at him; he’d noticed it before.
It wasn't the usual deference shown to nobles; this was a deep-seated fear, felt from the very core, that they exhibited when looking at him.
Sei-an couldn't understand why, and it puzzled him.
“Oh… oh!”
Clatter!
“…! G-gasp!”
But at that moment, a sound shattered Sei-an’s thoughts.
The servant, her face still tense, had tripped while carrying the food, falling forward and dropping the plate.
“I-I’m so sorry!”
The servant, her face ashen, scrambled to her feet, bowed her head, and stammered out an apology.
“…”
Her excessive trembling and helplessness, as if someone with a sword stood before her, ready to kill, left Sei-an speechless.
Then, Sei-an quietly rose from his seat and approached the servant.
“I truly messed up! Please, forgive me!”
Seeing Sei-an approach, the servant, Pike, trembled even more violently and began to plead.
Swish!
“P-please, spare me…!”
Pike even squeezed her eyes shut and cried out for her life when Sei-an knelt down close to her.
“...?”
But a moment later, a strange sensation on her leg made Pike’s trembling eyes slowly open, looking down.
“…!”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. Blood was flowing from her leg, seemingly cut by a piece of the plate she had just dropped and broken.
“Y-Young Master Sei-an!”
And yet, Sei-an was carefully wrapping her wound with what was clearly a luxurious handkerchief!
