VIP Chapter 400: Forever Your Maid
Will woke up from his bed, feeling as if he had returned to the past.
A writing desk was placed to the right of the window, and to the right of the nightstand was a wall of bookshelves—though empty, not a single book was on them.
The height of the bed was exactly the same as the one in his old home at the Hysterm Family’s residence.
Even the firmness of the bedding was similar.
“She really… recreated everything exactly as it was…”
Except, this room was a bit smaller compared to his room at the Hysterm Family residence.
But in reality, this was the largest room in Iaar’s entire small mansion. Although the whole house was hers, she hadn’t chosen the largest room to live in for herself. Instead, she had decorated this one to resemble his original room, creating a space where she could pretend he was still alive.
“Just as I expected. You are the one who will guard me more ‘loyally’ than the other two.”
Will looked at his palm and sighed.
He wanted Iaar to grow.
He wanted Iaar to become the person he desired.
There was still a long way to go.
Bang bang bang.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door, and the rhythm of the knocking made him recall his time living at the Hysterm Family residence.
“!?”
Will quickly grabbed his sunglasses from the nearby table and put them on. With the sunglasses on, he could barely see anything even without intentionally acting.
“Young Master, are you awake? You came back and slept very late last night, so Iaar wanted you to sleep a little longer…”
A polite and humble voice sounded through the wooden door.
Even the part about “because you slept very late last night, I’ll wake you up a little later today” was recreated. However, the reason for “sleeping late” was different now compared to the past.
If Will wasn’t still acting as a “cripple,” he might have felt like he had returned to the past.
“…Come in.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Iaar cautiously opened the door, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and stood at the entrance with great “propriety,” not daring to enter rashly.
“Young Master, does Iaar need to help you change your clothes?”
“…No. Hand them to me.”
Maintaining a slightly cold and indignant demeanor, Will perked up his ears, waiting for Iaar’s reaction.
Iaar didn’t seem discouraged by his cold remark. Will, using his right eye which could only see faint shadows, watched as Iaar slowly walked past his bed and then stood by the chair next to the bed.
Her ears on top of her head were particularly noticeable in the shadows. She lowered her head and picked up the clothes from the chair.
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Stop calling me that. I have no connection to the Hysterm Family anymore—and you are no longer part of the Hysterm Family.”
Will fumbled around.
He felt his clothes. Iaar had helped him change them yesterday. When his fingers touched them, he discovered that Iaar had not only folded his clothes neatly but had also ironed them, making them feel much smoother.
“No.” It was only at this moment that Iaar refuted Will’s words, but she explained her reasons unhurriedly. “No matter when, whether you are dead or have returned. No matter if Iaar is part of the Hysterm Family or not, and no matter if you still belong to the Hysterm Family, you are still Young Master, and Iaar will forever belong to you. This will not change.”
“…”
Will remained silent.
He was actually very happy to hear such words, and he was also very happy to have someone unconditionally, wholeheartedly serving him as a little maid.
It’s just…
He was also very aware that if Iaar remained this way, she would still be that “loser” who couldn’t move forward in terms of emotions or life.
Frankly, as “Will,” he would never have fallen for Iaar simply because she was a maid who couldn’t leave his side and always wanted to serve him.
“…Tsk.”
As Will touched his clothes and picked them up, he realized something…
He had only gone “blind recently” and become “crippled recently.” He actually had no idea how to put on his own clothes in this state.
His eyes were an act, created with sunglasses, but his leg injury was due to magic he discovered while adventuring in the Dungeon.
A kind of…
Magic that could put his legs into a “frozen” state. Since he cast it on himself, it could be released at any time and had no side effects.
However…
As he tried to pick up his pants and move to the side of the bed to put them on, he “crashed”—
“Urgh…”
Because his legs were numb and almost immobile, his center of gravity became unstable for a moment, and he was about to fall off the edge of the bed.
“Young Master, please be careful.”
Iaar’s arm held his upper body firmly, especially around his chest.
Will could feel Iaar’s well-trained, firm muscles through her soft maid outfit.
He could immediately smell the fragrance emanating from Iaar, especially the refreshing scent from her hair. He could tell that Iaar had applied perfume.
She helped him back onto the bed.
“Iaar understands. Even like this, Young Master… surely doesn’t want to rely completely on Iaar. But at times like these, please leave everything to Iaar.”
From that one eye, Will could only see Iaar’s twitching beast ears, but his body felt her fingers brushing over him.
Her fingers first unfastened his pajamas and then, with a slightly ticklish touch, grazed his arm, pulling off the sleeve.
“Iaar… has always… always regretted it deeply.”
As she tirelessly and meticulously helped Will get dressed, she began to speak her mind.
“If it weren’t for Iaar’s improper actions, Young Master would not have become like this now.”
She buttoned up Will’s shirt, one button at a time, as if dressing a child.
“During the time Young Master was ‘dead,’ Iaar was in great pain, wishing to return to her normal life, and carrying out Young Master’s missions…”
Finally, she carefully lifted Will from the bed. Will, who could barely see anything, only felt Iaar’s soft body and her movements that kept him from feeling uncomfortable.
Her beast ears brushed against his ear, the soft fur tickling Will’s ear.
Her technique was certainly not “skilled.” After all, even for the trained Iaar, in her short life of less than twenty years, she had never helped someone who was truly immobile change their clothes.
“Iaar has always… always been searching for… the Fire Dragon that Young Master wrote about in the missions.”
“Iaar has collected all of their hearts…”
“Iaar believed that if Iaar succeeded, Young Master would return…”
She gently held Will.
Holding him close to her soft chest, along with his sunglasses.
“Therefore, it’s wonderful that I can make amends for this guilt.”
“No matter what your request is, Young Master, Iaar will definitely, definitely agree!”
Upon hearing Iaar’s words, Will suddenly felt something was wrong.
Until…
She placed something ice-cold into his palm.
…What is this?
Will’s eyes could no longer distinguish clearly, but he clenched his hand and felt…
It was a dagger, and quite a sharp one at that.
