Volume 2, Legend of a Hero 1: Among the Ordinary, an Extraordinary Hero (1/2)

Volume 2, Legend of a Hero Chapter 1: Among the Ordinary, an Extraordinary Hero

Translator: dahlys

Ring…ring…ring…

Hello? Is that you, Gēge? Have you finished work? Are you free to talk on the phone right now?

You know, I’ve found a butler who is just like Kyle-gē! What? He’s a secretary…?

Is a secretary different from a butler? It’s about the same? Then that’s okay.

Gēge! You know, my butler’s name is Charles Endelis, and he’s a vampire.

Why did I hire him? Because he’s interesting! He’s a vampire that sucks human blood, but he’s also a butler who serves humans… He’s just like me!

Just like me, who is Ah Ye and Dark Sun at the same time!

The most important part of a day is the morning.

To a butler, preparing breakfast is naturally the busiest chore of the morning.

Originally, the young master was the only person in the apartment. Although the young master has a monstrous appetite, he is still only one person. Ever since he made peace with the master last time, however, the number of people in the apartment suddenly increased. As a result, breakfast preparation has also become more complex.

The young master eats enough for six. He eats many different kinds of food for breakfast too. Mr. Bramble prefers a Chinese-style breakfast, with a pot of the finest oolong tea after his meal. Dell likes having variety, so he must eat something different for breakfast every day, but his drink must be coke. May seems to be on a diet, as he only has a poached egg, boiled vegetables, one fruit, and a cup of black coffee.

Even though I have undergone Father’s strict butler training, I was still flustered for a few days before I could successfully prepare such a complicated breakfast.

Now, I was almost done making breakfast. The young master had also returned from his morning jog and had entered the bathroom to take a shower.

I placed several different kinds of cutlery on plates and carried them to the living room where everyone was seated. Mr. Bramble was reading the newspaper, and Dell was lying down on the sofa crying, “I’m starving to death,” as usual. May sat cross-legged on the floor and was stretching his waist to the limit doing some very uncomfortable-looking yoga poses.

I set the plates in my hands on the meal table. The moment I put them down, Dell jumped up from the sofa and impatiently shouted, “Can I start eating now?”

I smiled at him and explained, “I am just preparing the tableware first. Please do not panic. The young master will be out in five minutes.”

Dell glanced at the wall clock and said, “Oh.” He then curled back up and lay down horizontally on the sofa while continually staring at the clock. Everyone knew that, no matter what the young master did, he was always very punctual, right down to the second. Thus, if one wanted to know where the young master was, all one had to do was check the time.

I watched as Dell slapped the sofa impatiently… If he knew the actual value of that sofa, I wonder if he would lie down on it so casually and hit it with so much strength? Suddenly, I was a little curious. But it was just my curiosity, so I would not really go forward and tell him.

After I arranged all the tableware, I checked the time. By now, the young master should have finished showering, so I could start serving breakfast. I walked back to the kitchen and was just in time to see the young master walking toward me as he rubbed his hair dry with a towel.

I bowed slightly and greeted him, “Young Master.”

“Is everyone waiting for me to start breakfast?” The young master raised his head. He probably heard Dell’s whining, as he smiled and said, “Like I said before, you don’t have to wait for me. You can let them eat first.”

“Indeed, but Mr. Bramble has adamantly refused already.”

When he heard this, the young master shrugged and helplessly said, “Then we have no choice, as Bramble-shū is the hardest to persuade. I guess even if Dell had to go hungry for another hour, he would not dare to disobey Bramble-shū’s words.”

I smiled to show my agreement.

“Then Charles should quickly serve breakfast. Dell’s whining is getting louder and louder.”

As the noise from the living room was indeed getting louder, I said in a slightly laughing tone, “Yes, Young Master.”

When I brought breakfast into the living room, the others had already turned on the TV and were watching the morning news.

Although many studies have shown that watching TV while eating is very bad for digestion, Dell and the others clearly were not people who had digestive problems. As for the young master…I think, if the young master experienced indigestion, the first bad habit he should change is his eating speed, not watching TV.

I put breakfast down and immediately everyone’s attention turned from the TV to their breakfast. They started eating voraciously, leaving me as the only person left paying attention to the news report.

A supernatural phenomenon? In the middle of the night on the streets, witnesses were shocked to see a motorbike with no driver whizzing past. They even said that, as the motorbike passed them, they heard the sound of someone laughing loudly, making their hair stand on end.

Only when Dell had already finished half of his breakfast did he slow his eating speed. As he ate, he raised his head to watch the news. When he saw this story, he went “tsk tsk” and then said in disbelief, “How ridiculous. Is the news now supposed to be news or random gossip? They’re even reporting this kind of supernatural phenomenon? Why didn’t I know that this world is so peaceful that there isn’t even any news worth reporting?”

May, who had finished his simple breakfast long ago and was currently holding a cup of coffee, said plainly, “There is plenty of news. Heroes save people every day. However, if nothing big happens, just some small incidents, then people are already sick and tired of seeing such news, right? If they don’t do something new, their viewership won’t be good.”

“But that doesn’t mean that they can just report random things!” Unsatisfied, Dell rebutted, “If they’re even reporting supernatural phenomena, then in the future, will they even report a fight between two dogs?”

As the young master watched the television news broadcast, he suddenly stopped his rapid-eating movements and stared into space for quite some time. I was just about to take the initiative and raise a query when the young master turned his head and asked me with a helpless expression, “Charles, where is DSII?”

I immediately replied to the young master, “Yesterday, DSII requested that I refill its fuel tank. He then said that he wanted to go out and have fun…”

As I talked, I very impolitely fell silent and looked at the news report again. However, no one noticed my rudeness. Instead, they reacted the same way I did…which was to stare at the TV.

A motorcycle that could roam the streets without a rider, and could also laugh loudly. Although this sounded very strange, we seemed to have such a motorcycle right in this very house. The motorcycle even had a name: DSII.

Dell roared with laughter. “Oh my gosh! It can’t really be DSII? What a great motorcycle indeed! Hahaha!”

The young master sighed and said a little helplessly, “Charles, when DSII comes back, unless I allow it, do not give it any fuel.”

“Yes, Young Master.” I smiled helplessly as I replied. At the same time, I picked up the bottle of milk and poured some into the young master’s raised cup.

After the report on the supernatural motorcycle ended, the news obediently returned to broadcasting stories about heroes. Although hero stories were starting to get old, it was undeniable that some things were still attractive no matter how old-fashioned they were.

The content of this story was not on which hero saved the day from danger, but an analysis detailing the actions of heroes. The names of the four heroes mentioned were not unexpected; they were Solitary Butterfly, First Wind, Dragon Peace, and Dark Sun.

The report even called them the Four Great Heroes, and gave them new titles: The Noblewoman, Solitary Butterfly; The Aristocrat, First Wind; The Beast, Dragon Peace; and The Wings of Steel, Dark Sun.

When he heard the words “Wings of Steel,” Dell spat out a mouthful of coke and laughed so hard he ended up bent over the table, twitching. Even the normally expressionless May also smiled. Mr. Bramble raised an eyebrow and mumbled, “It sounds quite suitable. What’s so funny about it?” The young master held his cup of milk while looking confused, as if he did not know what everyone was laughing about at all.

“This reporter is pushing it too far!” Dell scolded as he laughed.

Smiling, May shook his head and said, “You can’t say that. Besides Dark Sun, the other three titles are quite appropriate. I just don’t know why Dark Sun’s title became like that.”

The young master seemed to find it fun, as he tilted his head and asked, “Then what kind of title do you think is better?”

When I heard the young master’s question, I thought about the answer seriously, but I really could not say what title would fit Dark Sun best. I turned to look at the others, but they also appeared to be having difficulties thinking of one.

For the other heroes, it was obvious that their titles were decided based on the personality they had shown when rescuing people. Solitary Butterfly was confident and dignified, just like a noble. Because she was a woman, though, her title was The Noblewoman. First Wind had an elegant demeanor, so the title of Aristocrat was most suited for him. Dragon Peace had a very muscular body and tended toward violence, so he was indeed a Beast.

However, Dark Sun’s character was a mystery. He had a policy of “save and leave immediately,” so the media had not had many scenes with him in it. Just about the only time they had gotten a clear picture of him was the time he saved Solitary Butterfly and Briar.

But even then, all Dark Sun had said were the short phrases “Where” and “No, too heavy.”

As I thought about this, I involuntarily sighed for the poor reporters. With so little information, they must have thought very hard just to come up with a title, right?

I could not help but turn to look at the young master. Although everyone here knew that the young master was Dark Sun, no one could think of a title for him, including me. I might understand the young master, but I do not dare claim that I understand Dark Sun, even though these two people were one and the same.

I knew that I should not stick my nose into the young master’s private affairs, but I could not help wondering just what kind of environment would cause the young master to develop a completely different personality.

The young master seemed to notice a change in my usual expression as he curiously asked, “Charles?”

“Young Master, would you like some more milk?” I replied, smiling. It was okay even if I did not fully understand the young master right now.

Because, we have an “Endelis” contract.

“Yes!” The young master nodded.

After pouring a full glass of milk for the young master and making sure he continued eating his breakfast, I turned some of my attention toward the news. At the moment, the news was showing some of the four heroes’ past actions.

Dell said disapprovingly, “Tsk tsk, it has indeed been too peaceful recently. Even the media has nothing better to do than report old news.”

Although Dell said that, I watched the report with interest. In the past, I rarely paid attention to the deeds of heroes, so increasing my knowledge of the topic was not bad. Whenever they mentioned “Dark Sun,” I paid extra attention. Still, the hero the news mentioned the least was also Dark Sun, so no matter how much they broadcasted, most of the footage was from the time he previously rescued Solitary Butterfly and Briar.

Suddenly, the young master asked excitedly, “If you were in danger, which hero would everyone like to be rescued by the most?”

I could not help but smile. Recently, the young master was getting increasingly interested in “conversations.” Since he did not have much common knowledge, and was hence always unable to reply normally, he liked to ask questions instead and let other people answer them.

When they heard the young master’s question, everyone, including Mr. Bramble who put down the newspaper, made a very weird expression and looked at the young master without answering him. Luckily, the young master immediately realized his mistake and added, “I mean, heroes other than Dark Sun.”

When they heard this, everyone smiled vaguely. Dell was the first to say, “You don’t have to ask, of course it’s Solitary Butterfly! Although it is very embarrassing to be saved by a beautiful woman, it is still better than being saved by a smelly man. Right, Maiden?”

Upset, May replied, “Who’s the same as you? Also, you’re not allowed to call me Maiden!”

After speaking, he turned and just happened to meet the young master’s expectant eyes. He stopped for a moment and thought seriously before answering, “If I really had to be saved by a hero, I’d probably hope that it is First Wind.”

Dell immediately made a disgusted face and looked at May like he was something dirty.

“If you dare talk nonsense, I’ll make you pay for it!” After coldly threatening Dell, May turned back toward the young master and explained seriously, “First Wind’s martial arts style is similar to mine, so I would like to spar with him if possible.”

As if a great realization had dawned upon him, the young master smiled and said, “If it’s like that, I can spar with you too…”

However, May did not reply. Instead, he and Dell suddenly leapt up. Mr. Bramble still remained calmly seated on the sofa. Although their stances were different, what was similar among them was that they all had their guns out and loaded and were pointing them at the doorway.

The reason for their panic was that the front door had been opened by someone even though the doorbell had not been rung.

However, the person who walked in was someone that everyone knew: Melody.

She entered through the front door shouting “Young Master” in a very loud voice. When she saw the three guns pointed at her, she only raised an eyebrow and pretended to see nothing as she continued walking in. It was, instead, the people on our side who were frozen in shock.

She stopped walking a few steps away from the meal table and said coquettishly, “Young Master, in your opinion, do I look better in black or red?”

All she wore was a set of scarlet undergarments, which included a low-cut, V-shaped bra and panties that did not hide much at all. In her hands was another set of black undergarments. Besides those, there were no other clothes covering her body at all… Except for the pair of crimson high heels on her feet.

Drool almost dripping onto his gun, Dell stared at Melody and, eyes shining, yelled, “You look best with nothing on!”

May took one glance at her before quickly turning away. Even his ears were red.

Mr. Bramble only shook his head and proceeded to put away his gun. He then continued drinking tea while reading the newspaper.

“All of you shut up!” Melody scolded everyone unhappily, then pouted and looked at the young master, saying, “I only want Young Master’s opinion. Young Master~~ please tell me! Which set looks better?”

I suddenly felt curious. May had already shifted his eyes to the young master, and Mr. Bramble also looked away from the newspaper to fix his gaze on the young master. Even Dell, whose eyes were practically glued onto Melody’s body, could not resist his curiosity and actually gave up staring at Melody to turn and look at him.

The innocent and naive young master An Xiang Ye, and the calm and cool till almost cold Dark Sun. Although the adjectives used were quite different, these two were actually the same person. When faced with an almost naked beauty, just how would a person with such conflicting personalities react?

I glanced at Melody. The latter was smiling unctuously, with a hint of mischief. When I thought about it, she was probably doing this on purpose.

The young master raised his head to look at Melody. In his eyes, there was no sign of change, whether it be May’s awkwardness or Dell’s lust. None of these appeared on his face at all. He just examined Melody carefully, as if she were not in her undergarments but was wearing an evening gown instead, and he was seriously helping her choose her clothing.

In the end, he pointed at the red underwear Melody was wearing and said cautiously, “Red looks nicer.”

“Really?”

Melody made several alluring poses on purpose, even bending her waist and squeezing her chest. This made the originally low-cut bra hide almost nothing at all.

Her actions made Dell stare until his eyes were popping out, and May dared not even glance at her… Oh, maybe he did see something as his ears were even redder than before.

“Yes!” The young master nodded seriously and smiled as he said, “Red looks tastier!”

“…”

Everyone, including me and Mr. Bramble, could not help but look at the young master with strange expressions on our faces.

Tastier? The meaning of tastier could not be referring to…something erotic, right?

Melody was shocked and suspicious as she asked, “Young Master, what you mean by tasty, can it be…”

The young master suddenly smiled brilliantly as he praised, “Melody looks very delicious right now!”

The moment the young master said that, even Melody, who dared to walk around in front of everyone in her undergarments could not help but turn red. She stomped her feet a few times, said, “Young Master is so naughty!”, and rushed out of the apartment just like that. This made Dell scream in despair, “Don’t go! Let me look at you some more!”

“Charles.” The young master suddenly called me.

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Can you make another plate of fries for me?” The young master raised his head and looked at me expectantly. “I suddenly really want to eat fries, and I want to dip it in lots and lots of ketchup!”

I was a little surprised, as the young master, who routinely ate only six servings of breakfast, actually wanted to eat some more. However, I still politely replied, “Certainly, if you would please wait for a while, Young Master.”

Before I could walk into the kitchen, Dell shouted that he also wanted to eat some fries. I guess I have to fry an entire bag or there will not be enough.

As the oil in the pan was heating up, I had some free time, so I stared at the fries on the cutting board in a trance. The fries were white with some beige, and placed beside it was a bottle of bright red ketchup… Why does this color combination look so familiar?

Red looks tastier!

I suddenly laughed out loud… I see! So it was like fries dipped in ketchup?

“Hahaha!”

The sound of a bewildered and uncertain voice came from outside, saying, “Butler? Are you alright?”