Chapter 62: Is This Game Even Finished??

“Thank you for your hard work, Annie. Please take care of me today as well.”

A smile hung on Lormio’s face, his voice steady.

Annie’s body tensed up.

The boy’s posture was impeccable, yet his gaze was utterly spiritless.

Rather than a noble, he seemed more like a livestock goblin that worked twenty-four hours a day, discarded once used up.

And… that smile was especially revolting.

Was it a warning, or some kind of test?

Thinking of the traces left by the broken door last night, Annie glanced at Sylvia…

Her being here just didn’t feel right no matter how she looked at it.

Did this have something to do with the so-called “free will” mentioned before?

Annie didn’t understand, but she vaguely sensed…

Whatever it was, it was definitely for the sake of earning credits again!

That guy’s whole brain is just full of that!

“Yes, my lord.”

Annie bowed, her voice calm.

“Very good.”

Lormio paid Sylvia no attention at all.

He just needed her to feel awkward, to make her understand he had absolutely no interest in her…

With that dragon girl’s intellect, she shouldn’t be unable to notice something so obvious.

Unless, of course, she was deliberately ignoring it.

But why would she do that?

Her character in the plot was the epitome of rationality and solitude—would such a persona crumble so easily?

It’s not as if she’s obsessed with love.

Turning, Lormio walked toward the dining hall.

Annie followed closely behind.

Sylvia moved as well, her steps light as she fell into place on Lormio’s other side, mirroring Annie.

She said nothing, merely following.

The three walked on in silence.

Thanks to Lormio’s keen assassin senses, he could feel the air between the two girls behind him thickening into a kind of battlefield.

Their gazes darted back and forth, not a word spoken, yet brimming with hidden grudges.

“If I’m guilty, I should be punished by law, not hounded by gods and men.”

Inwardly sighing, Lormio made his way to the dining hall prepared by the academy, taking the main seat at the table.

It wasn’t even seven yet, and aside from a few early-morning martial arts students, the hall was practically empty.

He sat down.

Annie immediately stepped up, spreading out his napkin and preparing the cutlery.

Her movements were smooth, displaying the professionalism honed over years of service.

“Just a simple breakfast,” Lormio said. He truly had no appetite.

“Yes, my lord.”

As Annie spoke, she pushed a cup of warm milk toward Lormio’s hand.

But before Lormio could reach out—

Another hand darted in, snatching the milk first.

“?”

Lormio watched as Sylvia lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip.

“The temperature is just right, and there’s no poison.”

She put the cup down and pushed it back toward Lormio.

“Please enjoy, my lord.”

Lormio stared at the milk, his gaze growing even more lifeless.

“From the way you’re looking… Are you implying you’d prefer a more exciting way to have breakfast?”

Her voice carried a hint of laughter, her fingers brushing her lips as if suggesting something, though her eyes slid over to Annie.

“Miss Valentine,” Annie’s voice was flat, “serving the master is my duty. There’s no need for outsiders to interfere.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Sylvia pretended to adjust the collar of her butler’s uniform, her full shirt putting Annie’s plain maid dress to shame:

“But what does that have to do with me?”

Click.

Annie’s right hand curled into a fist, her knuckles letting out a quiet crack.

“I don’t have a habit of letting my servants taste my meals,” Lormio put down his cutlery, cutting the conversation short.

He picked up the milk and poured it onto the floor:

“Clean that up, Sylvia.”

Delivering an indirect kiss right from the start? This woman really was something else.

When it came to making people uncomfortable, she was certainly an expert—

Lormio felt like he’d just stepped out of a store in new sneakers, only for someone to spit chewing gum on them.

And the kind you could never quite scrape off. But who hasn’t played the rich wastrel before? Before I awakened my past life’s memories, I was a proper villainous young master too!

“Yes, my lord.”

Sylvia continued to smile.

Yes, that’s right.

Contemptuous, arrogant, like some ignorant young master…

This wasn’t at all the Lormio Arkadi she knew.

If she couldn’t even see through this façade… Hah, then he was doing it on purpose.

“Yes, my lord.”

Sylvia took out a mop from her spatial ring and immediately cleaned up the mess.

Wait, that’s it?

You’re just going to start cleaning?

Where’s the anger, the retort—why keep smiling?!

“You really are a professional, huh?” Lormio tried for a biting tone.

“My level of professionalism, my lord can judge for himself.”

Sylvia stood up even straighter, not backing down in the slightest.

“I didn’t tell you to show off your skills…”

Lormio felt his temples begin to throb again.

Just yesterday, she’d been a wealthy heiress with hundreds of credits at her disposal—now she’d become a dragon maid overnight?

Proud, yet without a shred of shame?

Could a person like that really exist?!

Absolutely unnecessary!!

At the same time, Annie quietly glanced at Lormio.

What exactly is he trying to do?

Does he want me to be tempered by this dragoness?

But since professionalism was brought up…

Annie fell silent, choosing instead to demonstrate through her actions.

She sliced Lormio’s bread, spread it with jam, and brought out the snacks and biscuits she’d prepared the night before.

On the other side, Sylvia mixed honey and lemon into Lormio’s tea in perfect proportion.

Then, she activated the kitchen tools, expertly frying a heart-shaped egg.

Her movements were graceful—no fault could be found.

“Please enjoy, my lord.”

Two plates were presented to Lormio almost simultaneously.

On the left: jam bread with desserts from Annie.

On the right: fried eggs and ham from Sylvia.

It was like a test with two choices.

“My lord, are you feeling unwell?”

Annie stepped forward at once, her tone full of concern:

“Is it because something unwelcome has come and offended your eyes?”

“Yes, my lord, breakfast is important.”

Sylvia also stepped up, her voice worried:

“You can’t neglect your health just because some vulgar person is watching.”

Lormio looked at them both, speechless for a moment.

He reached out, shoved everything into the bread, made a sandwich, and handed it to Sylvia:

“Test for poison.”

“……”

Sylvia stared at the layers inside the bread.

Pink jam oozing out the edges, mixed with the broken yolk, the sausage oil…

…and cookies!

Just looking at it was a bit nauseating.

“Well? Why aren’t you eating?”

Lormio smiled.

You like making people uncomfortable, huh?

Well, my sword isn’t dull either!

“Yes, my lord.”

Sylvia accepted the bread and took a big bite.

Squish.

Protein, sugar, and bits of fruit all melded together in a sticky, clinging mess on her tongue.

It was like a symphony conducted by someone with epilepsy.

The awfulness defied description.

“……”

Why won’t you refuse!?

Lormio watched her chew, those unrecognizable foods rolling between her teeth.

What kind of strange resolve had she made to do even this without hesitation?

It tasted awful.

That was the clearest message Sylvia’s tongue sent to her brain.

But… a two-layered sandwich… tasted bad?

Was he really just expressing displeasure, or was he trying to convey some message under this harsh surveillance?

Given everything he’d done before, the latter seemed far more likely!

The environment!

Wasn’t this sandwich just like the reputation of “Chief” under Kafnir’s exterior? Yet in truth, it all relied on squeezing Lormio!

Such bitterness!

Words could no longer express it—could only be left to the taste!

“If you can’t eat it, then—”

Before Lormio could finish, he saw Sylvia’s determined gaze, and her motion as she nearly swallowed the next bite whole.

Pop.

As soon as the food slid down her slender throat, the girl took another bite.

This time, even more determined than before!

The jam was almost bursting out!

What the—are you sick?! Lormio was shocked!

This level of dark cuisine—even with two lives and all his past experiences being tormented by society, he still found it hard to handle.

And yet, this heiress just gulped it down?!

Had she really lost her mind?!

“Reporting, my lord: It’s terrible, so I finished it all.”

“……”

Lormio nodded mechanically.

“Alright…”

It’s terrible so you finished it all…

What kind of logic is that? Is this still Earth—oh, right, it’s not.

What’s with this game anyway…

Can’t I get a proper version for once?