Volume 3, Prologue (1/2)

Volume 3, Prologue

Translator: lucathia

Today is a morning that is somewhat ordinary yet not exactly ordinary.

What was ordinary was that I was currently cooking various breakfast foods, just like every other day.

What was not ordinary was that when the young master returned from his run, he suddenly said that he wanted to eat beef noodle soup. The reason was because he passed by a store selling beef noodle soup during his morning run and smelled the aroma of cooking beef. It seemed very delicious.

Therefore, I could only quickly begin to cook noodles and then consider all the methods I could think of to cook the beef so that it would become tender in the shortest time possible. Otherwise, I dreaded that it would not be done by the time the young master went to school… Thankfully, it just so happened that there was beef stored in the refrigerator. What luck amidst misfortune.

Ding dong.

The doorbell? Who would visit at such an early hour? I quickly called out in the direction of the living room, “Dell, may I trouble you to help me answer the door?”

“I’ll do it!” Immediately, a response came from the living room.

This is the young master’s voice… Letting the young master personally open the door was truly rude of me. However, during this busy time where I had ten different types of breakfasts cooking in front of me, there was perhaps no harm in making a slight compromise.

“Charles.” The young master suddenly extended his head into the kitchen.

I hurriedly turned and answered, “Yes.”

“Someone is looking for you!”

Looking for me? Surprised, I asked, “May I ask if it is X?”

The young master shook his head and replied, “It’s someone I don’t know. He says his name is Curtis Christopher.”

Curtis? Christopher? I had absolutely no recollection of this name. It should not be someone I was familiar with. Might it be a fellow vampire who caught wind of me?

Since he had not broken into violence on the spot, I believed that this fellow vampire did not possess any great malicious intent. Still, I turned and looked at the ten different types of breakfasts, feeling somewhat distressed…

It seemed that the young master was aware of my distress. He suggested, “Make breakfast. I’ll tell him to wait a bit! Remember to prepare breakfast for him too! He seems to be human!”

Not a fellow vampire? No matter what, I heaved a sigh of relief and sincerely said, “Thank you, Young Master.”

I hurried around for another ten minutes or so. The beef was at the last stages of cooking in the pot, while the rest of the food was ready. I lifted the food that was done, bringing it into the living room. The moment I stepped into the living room, a stranger suddenly rushed forward, snatched the plates from my hands, and placed them on the dining table.

I was a little surprised, but I did not forget to politely respond, “Thank you for your help.”

He turned and immediately said, “Please do not say so, Master Endelis.”

…Master Endelis?

Only now did I seriously observe the other person. His appearance was extremely neat and clean. He wore a black suit and a red bowtie. His hair was combed back without a single strand out of place. On his face sat a pair of rectangular glasses. Other than his tidy appearance, his expression was fairly reserved, to the point where it could be said to be completely blank.

But no matter what his appearance was like, I was extremely certain that I did not know this person.

I smiled as I asked, “May I ask who you are?”

All of a sudden, he did a ninety degree bow. He introduced himself, “I am your butler, Curtis Christopher, Master Endelis. I am in your care.”

My butler? I was fairly confused as I said, “I do have a butler, but…”

“A butler’s butler?” Dell suddenly yelled, “What in the world is that?”

May was very serious as he answered, “A butler.”

“…That’s obvious!”

“It’s obvious, yet you still needed to ask?” May rolled his eyes.

“Charles!” The young master tugged at my sleeve, face full of curiosity. “You really…”

“You are being too rude.” Curtis suddenly reprimanded, “How can you pull the master’s sleeve? And you dare to ask random questions!”

The young master froze. He looked at Curtis and then quickly released my sleeve.

At this, I turned my head and, with a hint of warning, calmly explained, “Mr. Christopher, I believe that there is a huge misunderstanding between us. This is the young master I am serving. Of course he has the right to ask me questions, and I do not mind the young master tugging at my sleeve.”

Curtis was obviously shocked. His face looked fairly stiff, but he still did not reveal any expression. It seemed that he was truly a well-trained butler. He bowed deeply and apologized, “I am very sorry. Earlier, this young master had opened the door, so I misunderstood and thought him to be the living room attendant. Truly, I offer my utmost apologies.”

The young master was never one to mind such matters, so naturally he was not angry. He merely turned and asked me with great curiosity, “Charles, what is a living room attendant?”