Translator: Ama
Editor: reizora
The next night.
I was cleaning the mansion when Cecil approached me.
“Good morning.”
“….A, Ah.”
It was really awkward actually because he saw me like that before, but I couldn’t ignore him.
“….And, what? You came to me for something, didn’t you?”
Cecil looked down for a moment at a loss for words, before finally muttering with a pout.
“A… About the other days, that, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I think I would have been reduced to ashes. And….”
Clutching his sleeves tightly, he continued his words with a fading voice.
“….Sorry, for opening the door without permission.”
“A, ah, about that… It was also my fault, because I didn’t lock the door. So, what’s wrong with you? This isn’t like you at all. Did you come all the way to say things like that? No, right?”
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“Criteria?”
“Apart from being judged by Yuria, they are all dead person, aren’t they? But you are not. So, I want to know about the limits here.”
“Those maids aren’t Yuria’s servants.”
“Eh… The, then, you mean Hal-san?”
“No, I heard it’s Yuria’s grandfather.”
“Grandfather….?”
Cecil opened his eyes wide as if he couldn’t hide his shock.
“B, but, surely he has one, right?”
“No. That guy isn’t the type to actively create servants.”
According to Yuria, the dead person were slaves to their masters, the vampires. They were deprived of their will and feelings, and were not allowed to die for that reason.
Although there seemed to be exceptions like Cecil, but Yuria didn’t seem like he wanted to create an existence like that.
“That….”
“Why do you ask me that?”
Cecil frowns.
“I, I have a favor to ask of you. Persuade Yuria－－”
Just then, Cecil suddenly covered his mouth after hearing footsteps. Vincent was coming from behind.
“….What? It seems I interrupted your conversation.”
He shrugged his shoulders when he noticed us. Cecil let out a sigh, before finally raising his eyebrows as usual.
“It’s nothing. I’m done with my business, anyways.”
He walked away without hesitation, as if he had never displayed his dejected appearance just a moment ago. When Cecil disappeared, Vincent spoke in his place.
“….Ban. I’m sorry about everything. I think, it’s time for us to leave.”
“If you’re going to leave because of those things, don’t worry. I don’t mind it. Yuria doesn’t mind it either.”
“I’m really grateful. But… I don’t have much time.”
“Time?”
Without answering my question, Vincent took a small glass container from his jacket pocket and gave it to me.
“That’s right. This is… a very effective remedy for bruises, as my apologies. You must be seriously injured.”
I blinked my eyes. Then, I shook my head with a wry smile.
“Thanks. But, I wasn’t hurt, at all. I want to thank my mother for giving birth to me this strong.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes. When I was blown away, I thought some of my bones were broken. But it looks like I was lucky. How about you? Are you alright?
“I’m used to it. It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t hurt, but in a few days I’ll forget where I was hurt.”
“That’s good. Please let me know when the departure date is decided. I’ll miss you two.”
“Okay.”
I lifted the bucket and ended the conversation with Vincent.
I noticed the way he looked at me as if he wanted to ask something, but I didn’t think much of it, and got back to my work.
So Cecil does want him to be turned because Vincent is gonna die.. I wonder what Yuria thinks…
Thanks for the chapter <3
I smell…PLOT AND ANGST!!!!! My fluff just ran away QAQ~
Thanks for the chapter~