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There would sometimes be mice right under the window. They were good guys that would eat bad insects.

They looked totally like hamsters.

They seemed to like sweets just like any other Demon Continent creature, I would sometimes give them leftover cookies and they would happily eat them.

Like I can’t help returning the crane’s favor, I did it because I wanted to return the mice’s favor.

Once I got out of my room, I would meet up with the demon race, hamster clan head maid Mercè-san and head towards ojou-sama’s room.

We went to wake up ojou-sama who would still be sleeping.

We would knock and enter the room, but most of the time, ojou-sama would still be sleeping in her large bed even when the sun’s already up.

The figure of little ojou-sama sleeping in a canopy bed where three adults could fit with room to spare was very cute.

I wanted to enjoy looking at her sleeping face like this, but I steeled my heart and woke her up.

Even being a hikikomori, it’s bad for her health if her circadian rhythm gets disrupted and she became a night owl.

“Ojou-sama, it’s morning already, please wake up.”

Chrisse ojou-sama would twist her body like a mayfly, turning her back towards me.

She usually wouldn’t wake up even if I called out to her.

So I would open the bulky dark-screen-like curtains covering the windows.

It was cloudy as usual today, but it was bright.

About a year ago, ojou-sama was bullied and became very afraid of the outside world.

Therefore at that time the windows would be kept covered with the bulky dark-screen-like curtains, but it’s not the case nowadays.

She was no longer afraid of the light.

But she still couldn’t come out of the room.

She would become nauseous if she were forced to come out. At worst, she would turn pale as if she were anemic and faint.

Ojou-sama’s heart was wounded with trauma to that extent.

But she managed successfully bask in the light.

We should keep this up and slowly confront and heal her mental trauma.

Luckily the family had money, and a vampire’s beauty won’t tarnish even if they lived a long time.

As ojou-sama became bathed in sunlight, she seemed to be dazzled by it and rub her eyes awake.

If she still doesn’t wake up, Mercè-san would take drastic measures: tear her quilt off and shake her shoulders.

“Ojou-sama, good morning”

“Good morning”

“Good morning. Mercè-san, Lute-san.”

It seemed like the sunlight could wake her today.

Sleepy-eyed, she wrote her morning greetings on the mini blackboard.

Once ojou-sama had woken up, Mercè-san would take her along to the bathroom inside her room.

While they get her dressed for the morning, I would go finish preparing breakfast.

On the first floor, Malcolm the chief cook from the demon lizard race has finished preparing the breakfast and is placing it on a push cart.

Good morning Malcolm-san. I have come to get ojou-sama’s breakfast.

“……(Gulp)”

Among the employees, Malcolm is the most silent.

His appearance is that of a lizard walking on 2 legs with cooking clothes on and a neatly maintained cooking knife in his hand.

He has the look of a fierce bloodthirsty carnivore, but in reality he eats no meat, he’s a vegetarian.

But he has a sweet tooth and it seems he is taking more pride in making sweets than ordinary food.

He came to me and politely bowed his head to learn how to make pudding, custard cream and mille crepe.

Of course I wasn’t stingy and taught him all the recipes I knew.

Because of that, occasionally he shares the remaining sweets from the afternoon tea party and evening party preferentially with me.

The cooking is transported by a push cart.

I carry it to the second floor with help of the body strengthening art, moving that is heavy work.

In ojou-sama’s room the cooking is lined up on a table and awaits her after finis.h.i.+ng dressing.

While ojou-sama is having her meal, I and Mercè-san are serving her as waiters.

After the meal is finished, it’s cleaning it up.

I ask other maids to aid ojou-sama while I finish my late breakfast in the employee dining room.

When breakfast is finished Mercè-san returns to ojou-sama.

I go to head butler Merry-san.

In the morning Merry-san holds a study session for demon continent language apart from butler studies.

Reading and holding ordinary conversations in the demon continent language is no problem but I’m not yet used to writing.

Also as a butler I’m still too inexperienced.

Merry-san taught me everything―from how to bow my head, footwork, speech, posture, how to carry tea, how to deliver letters, to common knowledge―so I can become a butler that won’t embarra.s.s the Vlad house.

In the afternoon, I prepared the ojou-sama’s tea party.

Malcolm-san prepared the [Mille Crepe] that ojou-sama liked in high spirits.

Every once in seven days, ojou-sama’s childhood friends―[Three-eyed Barnie Bloomfield] [Lamia Muir Head] and [Centaur Karen Bishop] came over to play.

On those days Malcolm-san became more psyched making the snacks.

The girls seem to often come over to play with ojou-sama who had become a hikikomori for years.

Not only Malcolm-san, but also Mercè-san, Gigi-san, Merry-san, and the other maids, at least as her servants, received them in high spirits as thanks for being ojou-sama’s friends.

They seem to genuinely want to come see ojou-sama.

They happily started girls’ talk during the tea parties.

The three-eyed race, Barnie Bloomfield, girlishly talked about things that interest ojou-sama, like cute accessories, interesting books, and snacks she bought from all around town.

The Lamia, Muir Head, was so voluptuous and s.e.xy you wouldn’t think she was the same age as ojou-sama.

She usually had the role of listener and being the group’s mediator with the standpoint of a big sister.

Ojou-sama, too, when she had something to consult, she would stealthily go talk to Muir.

The Centaur, Karen Bishop, was everyone’s target of ‘affection’. She was hotblooded, a military girl who would rather go with swords than accessories.

She would often get teased by Muir, and ojou-sama and the others would happily laugh at her reaction.

Once the tea party was over, I would have combat training with the head of the guards: Demon Race, Wolf clan, Gigi-san.

He was a former slave, 10 years ago he had saved up and bought himself back from master.

He could do this because he was a strong person, a magician with B+ rank.

Normally, it was all but impossible for slaves to buy themselves back.

After buying himself back from being a slave, he stayed with master and become the head of the guards.

According to himself,

“My family died long ago. I don’t have a place to come back to so I stayed here.”

Currently he was working here as an employee, getting paid proper wages.

I took off my butler clothes and changed into some rough sportswear.

We went to the backyard for training.

The reason I did combat training was in order to protect ojou-sama when she needed it the most.

The training menu consists of running around the castle walls to build up strength, unarmed combat, and swordsmans.h.i.+p training.

For unarmed combat, I sparred with Gigi-san seriously.

For swordsmans.h.i.+p, I practiced swings on a wooden sword and exchanged blows with Gigi-san.

At night, I carried ojou-sama’s dinner to her room.

After I finished cleaning up her dinner, I switched with the other maids and had my own dinner at the employee messroom with Mercè-san.

At the evening party, before she sleeps.

Recently, ojou-sama had taken a liking for pudding in her evening parties.

Malcolm-san put the pudding in the center of the plate, and surrounded it with fruits.

It seems that having cold pudding and warm scented tea had become a habit of hers.

I stood beside ojou-sama as her waiter and told her simple stories.

Ojou-sama delightedly listened to stories I told her from light novels, manga, and anime.

Also, every once in 20~30 days, I did my job as a blood bag.

Just before she went to bed, I would pull up a chair beside ojou-sama, roll up my sleeve and present my arm.

Ojou-sama would bring her rose-red lips to my arm, and lightly nibble my skin with her pearly-white fangs.

I felt her teeth sink into my skin―her white throat moving as ojou-sama savored my blood.

There was no pain, it actually felt ticklish.

Miraculously, when ojou-sama parted her mouth, there was no scar left.

There were various theories, but the most prominent one is [is it not not because the vampire’s magic power unconsciously mixes in with their saliva and produces an effect similar to healing light magic?].

Because the scar was small, it didn’t seem to be a problem even for ojou-sama who had no talent in magic.

She drank a small amount of blood.

A shot gla.s.s’ worth, at most.

Once I did my duty as a blood bag, ojou-sama wrapped her small hands around my arm and stroked it to make sure there were no injuries.

Then she smiled with her cheeks red, and wrote her thanks on the mini blackboard.

My heart raced just a little bit.

Then after that, Mercè-san attended to ojou-sama and began preparing for bed.

I was dismissed from service at this point.

“Have a good night.”

[Good night]

I gave my greetings to ojou-sama and retired to my room.

I return to my room in the evening.

When I was bought and taken to the Vlad house I changed into a maid uniform in this room.

Head butler Merry-san.

Chief guard Gigi-san.

Chief cook Malcolm-san.

Head maid Mercè-san.

Normally, servants are not given a room, except those mentioned above.

Normally, you’d stay in a common room, even if you worked many years you’d only get a two-person room at best.

Despite being a newcomer, I, who got my own room, had quite the special treatment.

But the other employees weren’t jealous and easily accepted that fact.

That’s because I’m a human.

In the past, it came to a dispute by the difference in the races lifestyle, customs etc. there were discrimination and as a backlash to it, it developed into a war.

So for that it is impossible for them to force their lifestyle on me the human newcomer.

Through such pride and various circ.u.mstances they fussed about it and gave me a room.

Editor note: yeah whatever… Winter Blues too strong to help out here

In my room I take off my butler clothes so that they get no wrinkles and hang them on a hanger and close the wardrobe.

After I change into casual clothes I will enjoy my little free time.

Eating the snacks from the tea parties and evening parties Malcolm-san left for me, weight training, and doing image training of making the revolver and AK-47 so I don’t forget the intuition of making handguns.

I also made notes using the memo, pen, and inkwell I bought with the money I got from teaching Malcolm-san snack recipes and tips I got from taking odd jobs from the other servants.

I saved up money and sent a letter to Elle-sensei to tell her I was alright. However, I asked her to somehow keep this from Snow.

If she knew about me being a butler in the Demon Continent, she’d drop out of magic school and come running.

I don’t want her to throw away her talent like that.

So I wrote the letter, asking to somehow deceive her if she ever came and asked because of worry.

“*ya~wn* I should go to sleep. I’ve worked all day today.”

Fatigue caught up to me, so I slipped into bed.

Thus ends one day.

Just like that I fell into a deep sleep.

Thank you for reading thus far!

Impression, mistakes and opinions are very welcome!

Update is scheduled on 21hrs, tomorrow, 17th December.

I’m sorry that guns are currently not in the story development!

I really beg your pardon(´；ω；｀)

However, just wait for a little while longer!

Since many guns and Snow’s re-entry will be added after this, your patience will be much appreciated.

I have yet to finish reading the feedback. As I am busy in real life, reply will be slightly delayed……. I intend to reply after finis.h.i.+ng, thank you for your feedback.

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