VIP Chapter 280: The Spring of the Beast-Eared Maid (3)
“What’s wrong? Why is Young Master looking at Iaar like that?”
She tilted her head, her ears swaying along, revealing a very innocent expression.
Will lowered his glasses.
He slowly turned around, his hand trembling as he gripped the handle of the teacup.
The teacup was a little worn, the beautiful daisy pattern on it already faded.
Even he didn’t know why he was doing this. Perhaps it was an unconscious desire to appear “normal” in front of Iaar, not wanting her to see his suspicion when he heard her voice.
It was strange.
Will was sure that he was no longer as “obtuse” as before—not to mention the enhanced sensitivity to magic caused by the witch’s blood.
After waking up from the dreamscape, the power in his left eye made him sensitive to the changes around him.
Moreover…
It was after… after he had been imprisoned by two darkened girls…
His body was more sensitive than before, and more afraid of encountering such things.
But…
He widened his eyes and looked at Iaar.
“Iaar… is it that surprising for you to appear by Young Master’s side?”
Iaar maintained her head-tilted posture, but a smile spread across her face.
He truly hadn’t sensed Iaar entering!
The chilling smile, coupled with the strange mist radiating from her, made Will instinctively avoid Iaar’s gaze.
Calm down, calm down. When he had asked Iaar questions before, she hadn’t lied, and she hadn’t done anything to harm him, so… so he must have simply not noticed Iaar.
That’s right.
Iaar had been his maid for so many years. Perhaps… perhaps his “senses” had already treated her as his own, as one of his kind.
“No, it… it’s nothing. I… I was just…”
Will was somewhat speechless, trying to find an excuse.
He used the gesture of lifting his left hair, blocking his left eye with his palm so that Iaar could not see that eye.
But…
Iaar leaned closer.
The strength in her hand was great, and she directly grabbed Will’s left wrist.
As a half-beastman, her body had an animal’s softness. She leaned against Will, pressing him towards the table.
Will leaned against the table. He raised his head, his eyes meeting Iaar’s gray eyes.
And those gray eyes… were looking at his left eye without any obstruction.
It was bad. It was possible that his earlier abnormal action had made Iaar sense that he was trying too hard to cover his eye.
“Young Master’s left eye, what’s wrong?”
“Is it injured?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Is it Treya’s doing?”
Iaar didn’t give Will a chance to answer, firing off all the questions like a barrage.
Her breathing was rapid, following one question after another. At such close proximity, Will could feel the warm breath she exhaled onto his face with each rapid breath.
“Do you need…”
Will felt a strange chill emanating from her.
It was like the aura she exuded when he taught her to use Ice Array (Attack).
The ice-cold frost seemed to extend from her fingertips to his wrist, which she was holding, making Will feel as if his blood vessels were about to freeze.
The fingers of her left hand caressed his cheek.
The fingertips were so cold they felt like ice, yet they were as smooth as jade. They moved from his chin to the corners of his mouth, then brushed against his nose, and finally, her fingertips stopped before his lower eyelids.
Like a snake, slowly slithering its belly across half his face.
Will held his breath, so nervous as if any breath he exhaled would freeze in the air.
“Iaar will help Young Master…”
Her tone of voice was emotionless, even carrying a hoarse, indifferent quality.
“Dig it out?”
The tip of her neatly trimmed middle finger moved forward. Hearing Iaar’s words, Will instinctively closed his eyes.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—
Will felt not only his heart pounding madly but also his wrists and thighs trembling reflexively.
He felt his upper eyelashes touch Iaar’s fingertips, and at that moment, his eyeballs felt exceptionally cold.
“It’s… a little cold.”
He subconsciously uttered this sentence—because it was indeed a little chilly.
But…
He knew very well.
He was scared.
His body was instinctively afraid of Iaar’s words, which sounded like she would put them into practice the next second.
“I… I’m sorry!”
Iaar seemed even more frightened than him, who had felt threatened moments ago. Like a startled animal, she sprang back several meters from Will and stood to the side.
“Young Master, Iaar… Iaar might have gone too far…”
“Iaar won’t do it again.”
“I’m sorry, Young Master.”
“Please don’t hate Iaar, Young Master.”
As she apologized, she tightly clenched her left hand, as if she herself hadn’t realized why she was doing it.
But her eyes were not “confused,” seeming to carry a clear “persistence.”
However, her body was trembling.
Was…
Was Iaar like this before?
Absolutely—absolutely not!
How could… how could Iaar say something like “Do you need me to help you dig your eye out?” to him?!
Will could be sure that Iaar before him was definitely mixed with “darkened” impurities. Thinking about it, she had defeated that Treya and rescued him single-handedly, returning unharmed.
How…
How could she be completely “pure”?
And…
Rather…
Under his influence, under his teaching, after he had successfully cultivated two “yanderes” who even he admired…
How could Iaar, who had contacted him the earliest, whom he had raised from childhood, be completely untainted?
So, did the “color” in his eyes refer to the “degree of darkening” of the person before him?
“Iaar, it’s okay. Calm down.”
He took a deep breath, holding his heart.
Because of the previous two experiences, Will was indeed somewhat afraid of such young girls now. When facing Treya, he had confidently stated that he could control her, but now he had some doubts.
But…
Will looked at Iaar, who was wearing clean clothes, had brown hair and gray eyes, and whose tail looked fluffy and felt fluffy.
From when she was a skinny, bony beastkin who might not have survived that winter…
No, even from when he had read the original work and recognized this diligent but incompetent, kind but timid little maid…
He already knew her very well.
A maid who worked hard to save him from such a powerful empress.
A maid who would personally take care of him, and even send him back to his former home.
A maid who would only obey his orders and fulfill all his requests.
Even if… even if she had become a “stranger” and “uncontrollable,” she was still Iaar.
He crouched down and held Iaar’s trembling shoulders.
Then he continued to console his wildly beating heart.
—It’s okay, Will. Although “fate” has now completely deviated from the story of the original work.
—But she is the Iaar who has always accompanied you.
—Not for three years, not for four years, but for at least twelve years, the Iaar who has always been by your side.
—You have to believe that you know her best.
—The living, breathing her before you.
“Why… why would you say such things? Can you tell me?”
