Chapter 56.5: The Gaze of the Perfect Type Head Maid
The Gaze of the Perfect Type Head Maid:
Hmm, what should I eat tonight?
If it’s a celebration, then red bean rice is a must. I could also make a fish dish, or perhaps a fish soup?
Hmm? I have a feeling someone is watching me. No matter how much you stare, I won’t let you sneak any of the food I’m preparing.
Ah, speaking of which, has it already ‘begun’?
My apologies, I was just thinking about the late-night snack menu and didn’t notice you. Please ‘forgive’ me.
Since the ‘perspective’ has shifted to me, it means that thing over there has concluded.
I closed my eyes and connected to the eyes I had released. Just then, I witnessed Young Master Juncheng holding the Young Miss.
If things had progressed as I predicted, Young Master Juncheng should have become a zombie by now.
And the Young Miss’s persona would have switched back, making her the original Young Miss once more.
It’s not that she returned to her original state, perhaps she’s become slightly different?
Indeed, if I look closely at the Young Miss’s expression, she seems very happy. This indicates that the Young Miss has fallen in love with Young Master Juncheng.
While it’s not for just anyone, it’s enough that she only opens her heart to Young Master Juncheng.
This way, the Young Miss should be able to control her ability to ‘manipulate death’.
Although I didn’t go to the scene myself, I sent my eyes to observe, witnessing the entire process unnoticed. Hehehehe.
It’s still a bit early to go and greet them. I’ll start simmering the fish soup and pick up the Young Miss when they’ve finished their goodbyes.
I originally thought if Young Master Juncheng and the others had forgotten, I would secretly bring back the Lady’s body. But the meticulous Young Master Juncheng didn’t forget and had his friends transport the Lady’s corpse.
I really don’t have to worry about anything. I feel like I’ve become a mere spectator?
Well, I was always meant to be this kind of character (laughs). It’s been a while since the perspective shifted to me. I wanted to explain what happened, but then ‘someone’ would say I’m ‘padding the content,’ so I’ll skip that.
After preparing the late-night snack, I untied my apron, opened the ‘World Scar,’ and arrived at the location of the eye I had released.
Young Master Juncheng and his group had already returned to the school and were saying their final goodbyes to everyone.
Young Master Juncheng’s mother, the ruler of this city of the undead, and the current Blood King, was also the only daughter of the An family, An Qian.
At this moment, she held Young Master Juncheng’s hands and spoke words of thanks in a very systematic manner, like, “On behalf of xxx, I express my heartfelt gratitude for your assistance.”
It seems neither of them intended to reveal their mother-son relationship in front of everyone.
Presumably, Young Master Juncheng was considering his other family members, and Madam An was also considering hers.
Sometimes, certain things are best left unsaid; everyone knows in their hearts.
Speaking of which, Young Master Juncheng’s father was also a live-in son-in-law. If Young Master Juncheng marries the Young Miss, he would also be a live-in son-in-law, unless, of course, the Young Miss marries into the An family.
While the dry and boring thanks giving continued, I felt the atmosphere was a bit stifling, so I let my released eye drift over and give Young Master Juncheng a nudge from behind.
Hehehehe, please don’t worry. Other than you who are watching me from the opposite side, no one will discover me. After all, we are in different ‘dimensions.’
Nudged by me, Young Master Juncheng leaned forward and, as I expected, fell into his mother’s embrace.
That’s right, this is what a touching reunion scene should look like, hehehehe.
Young Master Juncheng felt a bit awkward, but Madam An, as a mother, was different. She could no longer suppress her longing for her child.
Everyone else merely saw it as the City Lord’s emotional reaction to surviving the great calamity. Only a few who knew the truth inwardly smiled, like me, watching this heartwarming scene.
“Um, can I visit again next time?”
“Of course, you are always welcome here…”
“My child…”
Her lips formed these four words without making a sound.
It seems she never minded “that incident.” She believes that no matter what, it’s still the child she bore. Knowing that the fault wasn’t Young Master Juncheng’s, she chose to forgive.
But in the end, this mother and son both became undead and were even reunited. It truly is fate.
Young Master Juncheng failed to overcome this ‘calamity of killing’ and henceforth ceased to be human, becoming an undead of the ‘Four Calamities.’ For those who don’t understand what I’m talking about, please search for ‘Four Calamities and Two Calamities’ on Baidu. Although you might not understand even after searching.
Hehehehe, if you want to know what’s going on, I can only say, ‘Please continue reading.’
Although he’s not entirely like an ordinary undead, in general, there’s no doubt that Young Master Juncheng has become a ‘non-human’ existence.
The Young Miss, due to Young Master Juncheng’s death, had her seal broken and became one of the Four Calamities, Death.
Oh dear, it turned out this way. Seeing this development, I always feel that ‘fate’ is something that truly exists, and ‘destiny’ is a real phenomenon.
Orla’s snacks.
Of course, I can only stand at the ‘branching point’ and gaze at the future ‘branches,’ unable to know which path fate will choose…
As I was thinking these things, the goodbyes concluded. Young Master Juncheng took the subway back. The Young Miss, on the other hand, rode back in a car, escorted by maids Yan Yang and Lin Bai.
Previously, the Young Miss’s overly intimate behavior with Young Master Juncheng in front of the crowd had angered the other girls.
The lovebirds were forcibly separated, so the Young Miss’s plan to forcefully take Young Master Juncheng away was temporarily halted.
If she had truly taken Young Master Juncheng, I would have needed to make more preparations tonight. A woman’s first night is very important.
Seeing that the Young Miss had already gotten into the car, I returned to the mansion ahead of time to continue preparing the late-night snack.
Just as I finished preparing the late-night snack, the Young Miss’s voice came from the entrance.
“Shirley, I’m back.”
I immediately went to greet her and said,
“Welcome back, Young Miss. I’ve prepared dinner. Would you like to eat first, or bathe and rest?”
“Hehe, isn’t there a third option?”
She’s in the mood for a joke, so it seems the Young Miss has truly recovered.
“Oh? If you wish, I wouldn’t mind. We can use this ‘simulation battle’ to teach you some ‘necessary knowledge’ so you can gain the upper hand in the formal battle with Young Master Juncheng. I can make Young Master Juncheng experience heavenly bliss. What do you think?”
“What you’re saying is really tempting, but perhaps another time. I’d like to eat first.”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll go prepare it now.”
After pushing the late-night snack into the Young Miss’s room, I stood by and quietly awaited further instructions.
After changing into her pajamas, the Young Miss took a sip of the fish soup and suddenly asked,
“Shirley… did my mother die because of me?”
To this sudden question, I answered without hesitation,
“Yes.”
“Heh… You answered so readily… I remember when I asked you before, you never answered, just smiled and brushed me off. Are you deciding to tell me now?”
“Because there’s no need to hide what can no longer be concealed. The Lady did indeed perish because of you, Young Miss.”
The Young Miss is no longer a child and can think for herself. I don’t believe such words will discourage her.
Of course, I can’t use those meaningless excuses to fob her off anymore. It’s time to tell her the truth.
“You must have also realized that the Lady was not an ordinary person but an Anomaly, possessing the innate ability to ‘manipulate the undead.'”
Or Gong! “You”
This ability remained even after her death on the Lady’s corpse. The Young Miss, who has already seen the corpse, should have somewhat sensed this.
“And the child born to such a special Lady, which is you, Young Miss, is naturally not ordinary either…”
“…So that’s how it is. Back then, Mom and I weren’t caught in a large-scale massacre, but…”
The Young Miss already knew exactly what had happened.
From the fragmented information I provided, she imagined the situation at that time.
“Back then, when Mom died, the corpses around… were all created by me. Was it?”
“Yes. That was the first time you, Young Miss, unconsciously used your ability since your birth. Perhaps it was due to shock, a nightmare, or being stimulated; the reason is unknown now. However, the result is evident.”
Even more so than the Lady, who was favored by the undead since birth, you, Young Miss, are the darling of ‘Death.’
“Your ‘ability to manipulate death’ went completely out of control, continuously luring those around you towards death.”
It’s not an exaggeration to call you a born grim reaper.
“Faced with your ability, the Lady’s power was insufficient to fully suppress it, and it might have even fanned the flames. After all, to the undead, you, Young Miss, are no different from a god.”
“And then? What did Mom do? Why did she die!”
“The undead all obeyed you. The Lady’s own strength was insufficient, and the people around were constantly dying, even the Lady herself was in danger… In such a perilous situation, the Lady had no choice but to seek help from ‘other existences.'”
“‘Other existences’? Could it be…”
“Yes. The Lady, knowing it might yield nothing, sacrificed her own body to pursue that sliver of hope. And I, who happened to ‘pass by’ there, answered the Lady’s summons.”
“Shirley, you…”
I opened the ‘World Scar.’
“I am very sorry for telling you this only now. But in reality, I am a ‘demon,’ my Young Miss.”
That is, a demon species, like Nanali and Lilith, the mother and daughter.
Incidentally, the other maids are the same; they are all my ‘subordinate demons.’
“I made a contract with the Lady to take care of you after her death, which is why I sealed your ability and served you by your side.”
My position is similar to a certain demon named Sebastian, except my goal is not to take your soul, Young Miss.
(..SF Light Novel
– … Are you leaving?”
“Hmm? Hehe. Why do you think so?”
Oh, this topic change is rather sudden.
The Young Miss showed a worried expression and said,
“Because I’ve regained my abilities, and I can control them…”
This expression is rarely seen. I should say this is the first time the Young Miss has shown such a vulnerable side to me.
“Yes, thanks to Young Master Juncheng, your abilities have been brought under control.”
“So, haven’t you completed Mom’s commission?”
I see, this makes sense. If the Lady’s wish was for the Young Miss to no longer go berserk, and the Young Miss can now control her abilities, then there’s no need for me to watch over her anymore.
However…
The Young Miss clutched my clothes, her eyes moist, her reluctance overflowing.
Seeing you make such a reluctant face, I also can’t bear to leave such a cute you, Young Miss.
I embraced the Young Miss and said softly,
“I will not leave you, Young Miss.”
“You promise? To always be by my side?”
“Yes, Shirley swears to you that I will never leave your side.”
“Hmm, shall we go to the beach together this summer?”
“As you wish.”
I stroked the Young Miss’s back to comfort her. Perhaps feeling at ease, she emitted rhythmic breathing sounds and had already fallen asleep.
In the end, although she chose ‘eating,’ she still ‘fell asleep,’ hehe…
True ‘wisdom’ lies in knowing when to leave the stage.
After covering the Young Miss with a blanket, I silently pushed the meal cart out.
A cool breeze blew, and the sound of cicadas subsided. I tidied my hair and vaguely saw fragments of the future.
“Summer is coming…”
However, your summer is about to end. Be careful not to catch a cold, okay?
Hehehehe…
Postscript:
Hey everyone, it’s Ye Gui here.
This concludes the third volume, and it’s time for the postscript.
Huh? The fourth volume has already started?
Ahaha… I would never tell you that I forgot to write the postscript!
The reason I didn’t write a postscript last volume was that I wrote a “Thank You for Your Support” message (Nonsense) (I would never tell you that I forgot to write the postscript x2). Readers who haven’t seen it, please check it out~
Now, back to the topic. Although this volume is named after Li Nai, I actually wrote many other storylines.
Not only did many new characters appear, but the origin of Juncheng’s abilities, the introduction of a mysterious ‘organization,’ and the appearance of the important character ‘Kuuga.’
Also, classmate Juncheng, congratulations on his death at the hands of a man, and finally, he became a zombie through the urine (cough) of a zombie girl (becoming increasingly degenerate, a play on words).
From only being able to run away at the beginning, to now basically not needing to flee and being able to… solve things with his harem, our protagonist has finally become a ~powerful~ pretty boy.
Ah, yes, the protagonist of this book won’t be as overwhelmingly strong as Saitama. He only has the ability to barely survive…
By the way, he’s still unlucky with an E rating, a physique as unfortunate as Touma Kamijou.
Well, this isn’t a combat novel in the first place, so extreme strength isn’t really necessary.
Most importantly, the Main Plot has finally begun~
Ah, starting the Main Plot after writing 600,000 words… Ahaha…
Most of this was planned from the beginning, some were added later, and some chapters were improvised, causing the content to continuously expand. I feel ashamed of my insufficient control.
Our Female Lead, Ji Lianbing, has completely awakened, awakening her ability as one of the Four Calamities, the Disaster of Death.
As everyone might have noticed, this is the main storyline of this book.
Danger = Disaster = Calamity.
The title of this book means something similar. (Actually, I just thought of it temporarily, ahahahaha…)
Of course, if you think this is just a story about the male protagonist collecting the Four Calamities into his harem, then you’re thinking too simply. Ye Gui is best at being unpredictable!
However, it does currently look like the process of collecting the Four Calamities.
Next, the Main Plot will continue…
Although I want to say that, the next volume will actually be mostly Daily Life.
Ah, when I’m writing this postscript, the prologue of the next volume has already been released, so you might be a little confused. But this volume is mainly about Daily Life. Because it’s my usual backward storytelling method, I want to pique your interest! (Does it still have an effect if I say it out loud…)
After all, this book is a campus story. Constantly pushing the Main Plot seems a bit misleading.
Volumes Four and Five will basically be Daily Life, at least on the surface… So, readers who enjoy Daily Life shouldn’t miss them.
Ten days have passed since the holiday started, and time really flew by. Ye Gui went home and returned to school the day before yesterday. I’ve been living like a ghost lately, my days and nights reversed.
Summer is almost over, and the weather has been cool recently, but there are still as many mosquitoes as ever.
Regarding the character design for Lanhua, who won the last vote, I apologize on behalf of the artist for the long delay. Actually, something major happened at the artist’s home… Ah, but it should be resolved soon.
Then I will launch a new round of voting for new character designs. I hope everyone participates enthusiastically~
Now, I’m going to grind out the next chapter…
I sincerely apologize for updating so late every day… Haha, I think I’ve said this many times. Ah, I just can’t change it. I only have the motivation to write at night; I’m incurable.
I also sincerely thank the readers who have given me monthly votes, rewards, subscriptions, likes, and collections… Please continue to support me! I beg you!
The next goal is twenty thousand collections. Ah… I wonder when or if I’ll reach it… Can I achieve it before this book concludes?
Well, there’s still a long way to go, so let’s take it slow.
Finally, here’s the usual group number: 618322780.
See you in the next postscript.
