Chapter 4
4
- The Baron family's Crazy Master (4)
Serving a blind master wasn't easy. First of all, Vincent was too wary. I heard that I was the tenth person hired since he locked himself in his room. At first, it was a valet, but it changed to a maid in the middle, and most of them couldn't work for long and quit or suddenly disappeared.
Putting aside the sudden disappearances, I could understand why they couldn't last long. Maybe it was because he couldn't see, but he was sensitive to every sound in the world, and he was just as sharp.
And he didn't move from the bed. Except for moving briefly when necessary, he was stuck in bed. Especially when someone came in, he quickly covered himself with the sheets.
Besides, he had a terrible temper, overturning everything I brought. And whenever I moved even a little, he huddled up, wrapping himself in the sheets to hide.
He's a real cat.
The only time Vincent was somewhat gentle was when the butler came. The butler was the old gentleman who brought me here. He visited Vincent's room once a day, and during that time, the two seemed to have quite a serious conversation. At that time, Vincent didn't cover himself with the sheets and showed a fairly serious attitude. Whenever I secretly peeked, I wondered if he was originally such a serious and passionate person.
But what's the point? He's like this now.
The plate that flew past my face shattered against the wall. I was tired of even turning around to check anymore.
"Get out."
I sighed deeply and squeezed my eyes shut. At the sound, Vincent cowered, but his eyes were sharp.
"It seems you don't like me."
"Yes. I don't like you at all. So get out."
"What don't you like about me? If you tell me, I'll fix it."
"Everything from A to Z. Everything."
That's troublesome.
"I'll try to please you."
"There's no need, so disappear from my sight."
Ah, I want to hit him just once.
A disobedient child needs a flick on the forehead to come to his senses. I glanced at his head. Can't I hit him just... once?
"What are you thinking?"
"......"
"Don't even think about doing anything stupid. I'll kill you."
He's sensitive about that kind of thing. I shrugged and turned around to clean up the broken plate.
What a waste. I could have gotten a good price if I sold it at the market. Regretting it, I gathered the broken pieces. Okay, let's clean up the bedding first, before the meal.
"Master, I need to change the bedding."
"Don't come near me."
"Just move aside for a moment......"
It was the moment I approached him to remove the bedding. Something flew and hit my forehead. I lost consciousness for a moment due to the intense impact. As I straightened my staggering body, I saw what had fallen after hitting my forehead. It was a table clock.
I picked up the clock and checked it, and the hour hand was stopped and broken. I was dumbfounded.
"If you don't like it, you could just say so, why throw something dangerous like this......"
"Why, are you scared of dying? Anyway, no one cares if someone like you dies."
I lifted my gaze from the table clock and fixed it on him. Vincent was rarely revealing his face. Even after endangering someone by throwing something, he had a nonchalant expression. No, he's sneering.
"People like you are obvious. Beggars who do anything for money. Dirty creatures obsessed with greed. Would such people be afraid of death? You must have come here for money too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have easily accepted a stranger's offer."
"......"
"Do you know why I hired you? Because you have outstanding abilities? Because you're trustworthy? No, none of that. It's because it doesn't matter if I kill you. Someone who knows how to please others, is moderately useful, and if they become a nuisance later, there's no problem in killing them. That's you."
The words he spat out pierced my heart like blades. The things that were stabbed in cruelly ravaged my insides. How could he be so mean? How could he say such harsh things? Yet, I didn't cry because these were words I had heard before.
Criticism is easy. It was easy to criticize others as if breathing, and to be comforted by it. People did that to me. Sometimes my Father, and my Second daughter, did the same. They increased their dignity by criticizing me. That was the value of my existence.
So I wasn't hurt. It didn't hurt as much as when Father beat me.
Of course, feeling bad is a separate issue.
"You're very mean."
"What?"
"For such a great master, you live in a very dirty way."
Vincent's face turned red at my words. The way he stared at the air was pitiful.
He gritted his teeth and muttered.
"You, watch your mouth."
"If I may add one more thing, you're right. I'm obsessed with greed. I love money."
"What?"
"As you said, Master, I'm someone who can die without consequence, and no one will look for me even if I suddenly disappear. Even if you order me to kill myself right now, I can't resist. So you don't have to be afraid. But if you still don't like me, just kill me. And if you're going to kill me, I'd appreciate it if you could do it in one go. That's cleaner than torture. Ah, even if I die, no one will come to avenge me, so don't worry. You've really found the right person."
"......"
He finally shut his mouth. A brief surprise flashed in his eyes that were directed at the air. It was a short moment. As I approached again, he immediately showed his wariness.
"Then, Master."
He groped around as if looking for something to throw, but I didn't care. There was nothing more to throw anyway. Taking advantage of his confusion, I stopped in front of the bed.
"Excuse me."
And I grabbed the sheet and pulled it off.
He couldn't even let out a groan and rolled around on the bed. Soon after, with a thud! Vincent fell off the bed.
"What are you doing!"
"I'm changing the sheets, Master."
I pushed him away with my foot, ignoring his shouts, and took out the remaining bedding. Then I put on the new bedding I had prepared. I pretended not to hear him screaming next to me.
Next, I sat in front of him, who was groping the floor, and unbuttoned his pajamas. Noticing that, Vincent reached out to stop me. I skillfully grabbed his hand, put it on the floor, and pressed it down with my knee.
"What are you doing! Don't touch me!"
"Why? What, are you a great body?"
"What?"
He was momentarily stunned, and as I unbuttoned all his pajamas and tried to take them off from behind, he finally resisted, twisting his body. His strength was stronger than I thought, and my body lost its balance and leaned towards the floor. As a result, one of his hands became free, and he grabbed my head and pushed it back. But I didn't give in either. My head was pushed back, but I didn't let go of the pajamas I was holding onto. I pressed down harder on the hand I was holding with my knee, and twisted my body along with his twisting body, trying to take off his pajamas. The remaining hand under my knee was also twisting around, making my body shake and making me dizzy.
After struggling for a while, he momentarily let his guard down, and I quickly pushed the pajamas behind his shoulders.
I heard he lost his sight about a year ago. And he's been holed up in his room and not eating properly for about half a year.
He's too skinny.
His exposed body had no fat.
He was so thin that his ribs were visible. He had also lost a lot of muscle. He looked decent on the outside, but it was completely different when he took off his clothes. Sometimes, when I grabbed his arm, I felt like he was just bones because of the dry texture, but I didn't know he would be this skinny. Besides, there were small bruises here and there.
Come to think of it, his face, which I saw up close, was also too gaunt and bloodless. He must not be sleeping properly because his eyes were sunken. His cloudy emerald eyes had no focus, and his cracked and chapped lips exhaled labored breaths.
He looks like he'll break if I touch him.
Even though he's clearly an adult man, that's what I thought.
I feel sorry for him.
So I unconsciously stroked his cheek. He flinched and turned his head away from my hand. He lowered his eyes slightly and pressed his lips tightly. It was shame.
Looking at him like that, I removed my hand. I took my knee off his hand and pushed his shoulder back. His body fell limply, and at the same time, I took off his pants. For conscience's sake, I'll leave his underwear on, me.
I picked up the dirty pajamas and went to the closet to get a new one. He was huddled up, wrapping his thin body with both arms. His spine was sticking out, making him look unsightly.
"It's up to you if you want to keep wearing those smelly clothes, but as someone who serves you, Master, I hope you'll understand my deep desire to always keep you looking clean. And I'd appreciate it if you could stretch out your arms so I can put on the new clothes for you."
"I'm going to kill you."
"Yes. Please stretch your arms up."
I grabbed his thin arm. He resisted as if he wouldn't stretch it out, but his strength was weak. I didn't know a man's strength could be this weak. That seemed to show his life of being confined to the room.
Instead of forcibly lifting his arm, I hung the new pajamas on his wrist. Then he groped around and started putting on the pajamas. He must be ashamed of being naked. Pretending not to notice, I adjusted his clothes so that it wouldn't be difficult for him to wear them.
"The pants are here. And the underwear."
"......"
There was no reply. I didn't expect it anyway.
I put the remaining clothes in his hand and headed to the bed. I took off the pillowcase and replaced it with a new one, and changed the sheets too. Feeling proud as I looked at the clean bed, I turned to look at Vincent. Fortunately, he had changed into his pants as well.
With a satisfied face at his neat appearance, I approached him. Vincent was trying to get up by touching the floor with his hands. When I reached out to support him, he fiercely pushed me away. Then, groping in the air, he stubbornly tried to walk to the bed alone. He's so stubborn.
"Master, you need to go to the right."
"Shut up."
Even though he said that, he obediently turned his body to the right, and I picked up the clothes he had taken off, leaving him behind. But why is this all? Where's the underwear?
"Master, you need to change your underwear too."
......As soon as I said that, Vincent quickly lay down on the bed. He covered himself with the new sheets up to his head and moved sluggishly to huddle in the corner, leaving me speechless. Just in case, I approached him and smelled him, and a foul odor wafted out.
Could it be......?
"You didn't change your underwear?"
"Get out."
No, how dirty. Excuse me, Master. As I bent down, the sheet fluttered and something suddenly popped out from inside.
What touched my forehead was a gun.
I was so surprised that I stopped dead in my tracks, and he pulled the trigger, click, click.
