Chapter 61: The Dragon…Butler with a Sudden Malady?

“Huff! Ha!”

Like waking from a nightmare, Lormeu opened his eyes.

The sky outside was just turning light, the chirping of birds drifted in, and the magical device on his bedside pointed to six in the morning.

Quiet. Peaceful. It seemed like any other ordinary day.

“It must’ve been a nightmare.”

Lormeu couldn’t recall how he’d made it back to his room, or how he’d fallen asleep.

But that sense of his worldview being thoroughly shattered left his head buzzing, and he couldn’t call it a good night’s rest.

He vaguely remembered hearing the sound of wood splintering in the middle of the night…

Only now, in his foggy state, did Lormeu realize why he’d woken so early—

A chilly dawn breeze drifted through the room.

At the entrance, all that was left was a lone, desolate door frame, its edges marked by fresh splinters.

“…..”

Where’s my door?

“Hah, a dream within a dream? How interesting.”

As his eyes adjusted, he realized there were two silent figures standing at his bedside. Lormeu was now even more certain that he was hallucinating—

Let alone his door having vanished into thin air.

How could Sylwia possibly be standing there, side by side with Annie, dressed in a perfectly tailored, striking blue-black butler’s suit?

Her shirt strained against her chest, the sharply cut trousers showed off the full advantage of her long legs.

Handsome and beautiful—two words fused together in her alone.

For her, Lormeu had only one thought at this moment.

A portrait from hell, nothing more.

Couldn’t they have sent the ox-head and horse-face wardens, or the black-and-white ghost wardens instead?

Those two would at least just come to fetch your soul, purely business, honest and straightforward, and after the process was done, you’d be reborn.

But these two…

Who knew what they were here for?

“Good morning, my lord.”

“Good morning, Master.”

They spoke in unison.

Without turning, Lormeu stiffly continued getting dressed.

Dreamlike phantoms, disrupting my inner peace.

Until two hands landed on his shoulders at the same time.

“That won’t do. Something as important as getting dressed and washed up—how could you not leave that to your servants?”

Sylwia’s gentle tone, reminiscent of their first meeting, made chills run down Lormeu’s neck.

Even tactile effects now? These nightmares will stop at nothing for fearmongering, they’re fully upgraded now.

“That’s right, but in the main squad, there’s only one person who plays maid. Shouldn’t anyone in the way just disappear already?”

Annie’s words brimmed with gunpowder, making absolutely no sense, nerves at their limit.

“What did I do wrong?”

Questioning himself, Lormeu still couldn’t understand.

On the road to making money, he hadn’t done a single thing wrong, and it wouldn’t even be strange for people to hate him.

But these two’s remarks sounded like something straight out of a certain adult manga, and felt oddly in place.

But—am I really that close with you two?

Women who aren’t even friends break in at the crack of dawn, sneak into a guy’s bedroom, and just stand by his bed watching him sleep?

Have you lost your minds?!

“First of all, I need a door…”

“No problem, someone will be here to install a brand new one soon.”

Lormeu felt Sylwia’s hand on his shoulder tighten.

In the reflection of the dressing mirror, he saw her glance at Annie, smiling but utterly lacking warmth:

“After all, there are always some unruly assassins sneaking into other people’s rooms. Fortunately, I noticed rather early.”

“As a member of the squad, serving Lord Lormeu is simply my duty, nothing more.”

Annie responded righteously.

“I won’t ask how you two got in, but can you pay me for the door first?”

Out of words, Lormeu accepted reality, his tone calming down:

“Secondly, if you have something to say, say it. If not, then all of you, get out.”

“I’m not one of those men you see everywhere, who’d be happy to have women watch or touch them.”

The two in the mirror exchanged glances, making their decision simultaneously.

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, my lord.”

With steady, graceful steps, they left the room almost in perfect sync.

“Huff…”

Lormeu felt his sanity burning.

So it’s come to this.

The shattered ending, the SSR that jumps out at your face, and that inexplicable fate of becoming the villain.

From “teammates” launching an all-out price war,

To “clients” refusing to ask for refunds just to support the team,

To now, “rivals” admitting defeat, dismantling his door in the middle of the night, and sneaking into his bedroom.

Looking at the big picture, in this yuri game world, there isn’t a single normal person!!

“I have to struggle immediately!”

What did Sylwia’s arrival mean?

It meant that some plotline, without his knowing, had already been completely derailed!

He didn’t know what the proper path was, but one thing was for sure…

Solving Sylwia’s dragonkin problem had shifted from the “protagonist’s” responsibility, to his!

“So it’s an immediate tie-down? I really…”

Now, Lormeu was out of options.

The moment news of the trade caravan arrived yesterday at noon, everything had ended.

With Sylwia’s losses, his ninety-one split was a matter of fact.

Tonight, the contract’s power would take effect, tying them together for a whole year!

Recalling all the game’s settings, Lormeu’s expression gradually calmed.

“There’s still a way. There’s one last way!”

Though the Witness Contract binds the soul, it’s not completely unbreakable.

As long as both parties are honest and open, and agree together to dissolve it under the contract’s power, it can be rendered void.

Everything could just be treated as if nothing had ever happened!

“A minor loss is much better than courting death!”

He’d already earned his credits; in this situation, no matter how much oil he could squeeze out of Sylwia, it was better to just get her far away from himself!

Since she’s started losing her mind…he could only make her utterly disappointed in him!

His bottom line: use any method possible, short of physical harm!

At the same time, outside the door.

Annie’s tone was flat, devoid of emotion:

“Miss Sylwia Valentine, you have no authority to interfere with our squad’s normal life.”

Sylwia only smiled calmly: “I have nothing to say to Kafnir’s loyal dog.”

That she-dragon!

Annie fixed her gaze on Sylwia from the corner of her eye.

She didn’t understand—after being so humiliated and defeated yesterday, why would this senior still do such things—

Sneaking into Lormeu’s room!

What, exactly, were the terms of their contract, especially the parts concerning their bodies?

Why would she accept defeat, and yet seem to savor it?

There had to be some unspeakable secret behind all this!

And, it was very likely aimed at Her Highness!

That house dog!

Sylwia’s vertical pupils reflected Annie’s silhouette.

So Kafnir really was watching Lormeu—even timing his morning routine, sending a maid to keep watch!

Even under such pressure, Lormeu had still chosen to trade one “humiliation” for a slim chance at survival!

He even managed to get that miraculous ointment!

Sylwia could hardly imagine what he’d gambled, how much hardship he’d endured, to make that decision!

As for her cold attitude just now…that was entirely due to being watched!

What a touching disguise!

I will save him, absolutely!

But the first thing to deal with…is this Annie woman!

I can’t let Kafnir keep manipulating Lormeu!

It was just then that Lormeu’s figure emerged from the room, coming up to the two of them.

The already handsome youth now looked a bit tired, and his elegant, well-fitted clothes only made him all the more endearing in contrast.

“Thank you for your hard work, Annie. Please look after me again today.”

“….?”

Seeing his perfect smile, Annie’s eyes sharpened.

Today, it seemed, more than one person had suddenly come down with a mysterious illness.