I was sold to a dangerous place in order to repay my parents’ debt, and I ended up being bought by a vampire young lady. I became the feed for the beautiful maid.

The “cool beauty” maid-san gives me a “wall slam.”

Perhaps Hizuki’s lecture had an effect, as no one from the class came to inquire about becoming her slave or about my relationship with Sakiba, even after lunch and well into the after-school hours.

If anyone did come, they were from a different class or were unfamiliar seniors or juniors who were merely curious and visited to see our faces. Nevertheless, as the afternoon progressed, I felt much more composed compared to this morning.

However, what bothers me is how the homeroom teacher pities me every time the class starts. What’s up with that? Do they think my life is ruined or something? Isn’t it rather harsh considering I’ve just started a fresh new chapter of my life?

They say actions speak louder than words, and I can’t help but agree with that sentiment. Well, if I continue attending classes, the teachers will probably get used to it eventually.

All in all, it’s thanks to Hizuki-san that things seem to be settling down without causing any real harm. Even if she didn’t intend to help me, I suppose it’s fair for me to hold a sense of gratitude.

I’d love to give her a token of appreciation, but unfortunately, I’m broke.

Moreover, I should probably refrain from doing so as it might be misconstrued as having ulterior motives. The best way to show my sincerity is to become independent and return the favor.

For that, I must learn how to work in the mansion from Hizuki. Though it’s a fact, expressing it in writing feels rather pathetic, doesn’t it?

No, don’t think about it. Once I return to the mansion, I should just focus on working with determination.

With a renewed resolve, I now find myself wearing a black tailcoat in my room.

This is the work attire for the mansion, provided by Ojou-sama while I’m at school. It seems to be made from materials from another world, appearing sturdy and easy to move in, more than it looks.

At this point, I won’t dwell on why the size fits me perfectly. It’s likely there was a piece of paper with my body measurements attached when I was purchased from the slave merchant.

However…

“This outfit really screams ‘I’m being dressed up’,” I murmured to myself while checking in the full-length mirror in my room. The result didn’t look very fitting.

No matter how good the clothes are, it’s a shame when they’re worn by a plain-looking guy with an unsightly face. I’d at least like to be decent enough not to be laughed at.

After changing into the outfit, I joined Hizuki-san who was waiting outside my room. She looked me up and down with a brief nod.

“There’s no problem with your attire. Let’s get into the explanation of your duties now.”

“Y-Yeah…”

She didn’t comment on whether it suited me or not, but at least it seems like it won’t interfere with my work, which is a relief.

Following Hizuki-san’s lead, I learned about the room arrangements and the storage location of the tools within the mansion.

Although my official role is a butler, as a slave, my main duties apart from those that involve assisting Hizuki-san and Sakiba-san, mainly consisting of chores.

In summary, it’s miscellaneous tasks. Eventually, I’ll also help other servants, but for now, it’s best to stick with my classmates, according to Ojou-sama’s concern, as Hizuki-san informed me.

Thus, Hizuki-san mainly taught me cleaning. Though even window and floor cleaning I had experience with from part-time jobs, so it wasn’t much of a struggle. If I had to pick something I was a bit nervous about, it would be when I polished what looked like very expensive vases and paintings.

“I-Is it really okay for me to touch these?”

“You’re wearing gloves, and not polishing them regularly would ruin their appearance. So please do it as soon as possible.”

“But won’t they suddenly break if I touch them?”

“Do you think we manage them with such careless oversight?”

“Yes, I’m sorry…”

While I hesitated, holding a cloth in my hand, Hizuki-san let out a small sigh. Am I going to be scolded out of exasperation?

But just as I thought that, she took the cloth from me and started polishing the vase with practiced movements.

“You seem too tense. I’ll demonstrate, so please pay attention.”

“Huh? Uh, yeah…”

As she continued explaining while working, I couldn’t sense that she was applying too much force.

In a gentle yet skillful manner, she polished the surface with a swift and smooth motion.

I see, I should have supported the vase with my other hand without using the cloth. It seems my nerves were causing me to lose focus.

“Did you understand? Now, you’ll be in charge of the next vase.”

“Got it…”

I stand before another ornate vase, clutching the cloth I was given. Though my nervousness still lingers, I recall Hizuki’s method from earlier and slowly extend both hands.

The weight of the pottery is transmitted through the gloves, but there’s a certain gravitas beyond just the material’s heaviness. For that reason, I handle it carefully, supporting the vase with one hand while gently wiping the surface with the cloth.

With each stroke, a subtle sound resonates, and the lighting reflects off the vase, revealing its glossy sheen. As I diligently continue polishing, I start to feel like the vase, which probably wasn’t all that dirty to begin with, has become exceptionally shiny.

After wiping just a single vase, my whole body suddenly feels weakened when I take a breath.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Yeah. No problem.”

When I inquire hesitantly, Hizuki calmly responds with a poker face. Her tone is devoid of inflection, making it difficult to gauge if she’s just being polite or sincere.

Well, one thing’s for sure; I have to say this:

“Thank you, Hizuki-san.”

“It’s really nothing to be thanked for. Please don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s not flattery or anything like that.”

Upon receiving my expression of gratitude, Hizuki-san responds with a distant attitude. I wasn’t particularly hurt, as I had expected her to react this way.

I was rather impressed by her sense of selflessness, not seeking anything in return.

So, I continue with it as an aside.

“Without saying that, you helped me during the class too, and I’m really happy to find out that you’re unexpectedly kind, Hizuki-san.”

It was an honest sentiment that came straight from my heart.

Even if Hizuki-san didn’t intend it at that time, the fact remains that she saved me when I got caught up in the dispute between Hakuma and Sakiba.

Upon hearing my words and sensing the emotion behind them, Hizuki-san’s crimson eyes widen…

“Stop fooling around.”

“Huh?”

She glares at me with an intense look that seems to suppress her emotions.

In response to the unexpected emotions directed at me, I am left bewildered.

The only thing I could grasp immediately was that I had unintentionally stepped on a landmine within Hizuki-san.

“Ugh… I-I’m s-sorry!”

Before I could even apologize, Hizuki-san grabs my right arm.

I have no chance against a vampire’s strength, and my body is slammed against the wall in the corridor.

As a result, my lungs feel momentarily empty, and I start choking, seeking for air.

Blocking my escape route as if to hold me in place, Hizuki-san places both hands on the wall, maintaining the wall slam posture as she glares at me.

“I’m kind? Don’t utter such absurdities, or you won’t be able to say that for much longer.”

“Ugh, gah… What are you…”

“Now, I’m going to suck your blood.”

“What…?”

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