Chapter Volume 1, Diary of a Butler 9: Meeting the Young Master All Over Again (1/2)

Volume 1, Diary of a Butler Chapter 9: Meeting the Young Master All Over Again

Translator: Takoyaki-kun

Dear Father,

Please bless that pair of wings to be able to fly forever.

I was not sure how much time had passed, as the explosion had messed up my brain, rendering it unable to judge the time. Maybe it was merely a moment, or perhaps it was over ten minutes, I had no way of knowing. I only knew that while my mind was a mess, a pair of arms had appeared in front of me, covered in blood, the skin and flesh indiscernible. Moreover, one arm was bent at an odd angle, so mangled that it looked like an arm that only a corpse could have.

But it was such a pair of hands that tore apart the metal net.

I raised my head, and what I saw was a bloody human, his clothes long since torn beyond repair. Even the most intact parts were soaked in fresh blood. The only exception was that head of silver hair – even matted with fresh blood, it still gave off a gentle silver glow under the moonlight.

My gaze moved from that head of silver hair to his face; half of the silver visor he wore on his face had already crumbled, revealing a single eye, looking right at me in concern.

I shakily spoke, “Young, Young…”

Hearing me speak, his gaze relaxed considerably. He opened his mouth to say, “Come home.”

After that, he turned around to face those masked men, though he only stood silently. Despite this, the masked men unexpectedly used their blades to slice their own necks in one stroke and fell down to the ground one by one.

Seeing this, I was speechless. What is going on?

However, he did not offer any explanations. After all the masked men fell to the ground, he actually ran with that heavily injured body, each step completely fluid, and then jumped down from the building in one leap.

I was stunned by this image for a while before I stood up, still holding Melody in my arms. She remained motionless. When I lowered my head to glance at her, I realized that she had actually fainted, so I carried her in my arms and jumped back onto the other rooftop.

The bodyguards on the rooftop were still there, but the place was completely silent. Bramble stood without a word, and Dell stared at me with wide eyes.

“A command just came from above, ordering us to attack you two. Then, another command was issued to stop the attack,” Bramble explained lightly.

“I understand.”

I replied simply. I did not have the leisure to listen to whatever else he seemed to want to say. I rushed down with inhuman speed and returned home. Since I was carrying Melody, I rudely kicked open the door, and once the door opened, I could see the living room in a single glance.

The young master, completely unscathed, was currently sitting on the sofa. He even turned his head to look at me.

“Young Master?”

I stood dumbly in the doorway. How can this be? Just now, he, and now… What is going on!?

The young master looked at me curiously and asked, “Charles, where did you go? Also, who are you carrying?”

This is not possible. It definitely is not possible! Just now on the rooftop, the one blocking bullets, saving us, riddling his body with injuries was… Dark Sun, but, also the young master!

I am not mistaken, definitely not this time! That blood soaked Dark Sun was the young master!

But the person in front of me looked exactly like the young master, regardless of his face, voice, or figure… Wait! Why is there a bloodstain on the ground? When I took measure of the young master, I noticed a bloodstain on the floor.

It seemed that he had noticed that I was looking at the floor, so he made an apologetic face, saying, “I injured my foot during my practical course. I was bandaging the injury just now. Sorry for getting the floor dirty.”

At this time, Melody, who was in my arms, moaned and woke up. When she caught sight of the young master, she hurriedly yelled, “Hurry up and tell him to protect us. Only he can save us from the master’s hands…”

“He is not the young master!”

I interrupted Melody, stunning her. However, I too was stunned, for my tone was actually that forceful.

“Charles?” He furrowed his brows, looking confusedly at me. “What are you talking about?”

He is not the young master. Even if I do not understand, why there can be someone who looks just like the young master, and who would sit at home, calling me Charles as usual, but…

He. Is. Not. Young. Master!

Ignoring his question, I directly entered the apartment, brushing past him, and then placed Melody down onto the sofa. I then grabbed the television remote from the table, pressing the sun symbol on the top for three seconds, until the monitor displayed the words— “Workshop has been locked.”

Lifting his head, the young master looked at me as he calmly spoke, “I locked up the workshop. I don’t have to report this to you, do I?”

“If you really were the young master, then of course not.”

After coldly saying this, I passed by him, walked up to the workshop, and deeply inhaled. With both hands curled into fists, I forcefully knocked on the wall, shouting loudly and piercingly, “Young Master, Young Master! You are inside, right? Please open the door. Please let me tend to your injuries…”

The wall did not move at all.

“Charles, what are you doing?” Behind me came a voice just like the young master’s voice. “I am the young master! There’s nobody inside the workshop. It’s just that I have things that I can’t let you see, so I locked it up.”

I stopped for a moment but immediately resumed hammering on the wall, shouting, “Young Master, I am your butler, I am meant to take care of you, not be taken care of by you. In the end, not only did you save me, but are even refusing to let me bandage your wounds. What use am I as a butler?”

“Charles! I’m getting angry. Stop making a racket!”

Hearing a voice that was just like the young master’s say this dealt a heavy blow to my heart. If I were actually mistaken, and the person behind me was the young master, the situation would be so terrible it would be irreversible… but he is not the young master, definitely not!

“Young Master, Young Master!”

I repeatedly knocked on the wall, repeatedly shouted, but the wall did not move at all, and there was not a single response. In the end, I sank to my knees, weakly calling out, “I am begging you…”

A voice rang behind me again, one that I had never heard before, the young master’s severe tone. “Charles! If you continue to do this, I’ll fire you!”

Fire… I closed my eyes and thought about why I was so sure that the person behind me was not the young master. Coming to my mind was the blood soaked young master from just moments ago who, even though he was covered in blood, still looked at me with anxious eyes, and then told me to come home… Come home?

I was stunned. Would it not normally be “go home?” Come home, would this not only be used by someone for me to “come” home to?

I opened my eyes, no longer holding any doubts, and once more sincerely begged, “Young Master, I am sure you are inside. There is definitely no mistake, so please, let me tend to your wounds. Even if you shall fire me after this, or kill me, Charles will not have any regrets.”

Behind me came the sound of Melody gasping. I lifted my head. The wall opened soundlessly as usual, and behind it was a spacious workshop.

Inside the workshop was a blood-soaked person whose side faced us. He was standing in front of the table that was usually used to modify guns, a half-crumbled visor lying on the table. Although he was without a visor, his drooping hair covered his face.

His right arm was bent at a strange angle but still held a spray can, spraying a similarly completely broken left arm with much difficulty.

I immediately stood up and rushed forward, rudely snatching that spray can from his hand. He lifted his head, looking deeply at me. On his blood-covered cheeks remained traces of tears that had trickled down.

Seeing this, I worriedly asked, “Young… Young Master, does it hurt?”

The young master actually shook his head, making it so that I did not know what to do. I could only stutter, “Then, then… let Charles help. Where should this be sprayed?”

The young master merely nodded, saying, “Everywhere. Those are haemostatic agents.”

Indeed. I looked at the young master’s injuries. They could only be described as too tragic to look at, as it was simply impossible to see which wound blood was being lost from. With injuries like these, the young master is still able to stay standing…

“Young Master, would you like to sit down?” I earnestly recommended.

The young master seemed to have nodded and then looked left and right. Upon seeing the sofa, he went over to sit down. I hurriedly followed him and began to carefully spray the medicine on the young master’s body.

“What… What exactly is going on?”

Melody’s shrill voice rang out, “How can there be two young masters? You, are you twins?”

Twins? This is possible. I paused, but immediately continued to spray the medicine. The most important thing right now was to quickly staunch the bleeding.

“Melody, so it’s you.”

The young master tilted his head. Under these conditions, he was still able to make a curious face, asking, “You also know Charles?”

“Young Master! The most important issue right now isn’t that one, right?” Melody screeched with an even shriller voice.

However, the young master laughed instead.

“Calm down, Melody. His name is DSII (Dark Sun Two). DSII, greet them.”

That voice that was exactly like the young master’s sounded out. He cheerfully said, “Melody and Charles, nice to meet you! I’m DSII. I’m very happy I could meet you.”

I noticed his speech and tone had completely changed. Although his voice was just like the young master’s, the feeling was entirely different.

The young master lightly said, “And we’re not twins. DSII is my clone.”

“What?” Melody was shocked. She blurted, “But how is that possible? Aren’t all clones a bunch of idiots?”

“Young Master.” I opened my mouth and spoke to the young master, but it was to subtly remind Melody not to forcefully pester him. “If you do not wish to tell us, you can say so, and we will understand.”

“I’m not lying to you two.”

The young master calmly explained, “DSII is my modified clone. The people you saw on the rooftop, none of them are real humans either. They are all modified beings. Also, regardless if it’s DSII or those people, they don’t have brains. They use a computer chip to move, which is why I took the right of command from my brother just then, making all of them slit their own throats.”

Hearing this, even I was shocked for a while before I was able to continue my duty.

“But they didn’t look like modified humans. They didn’t have any modified parts on their bodies…” Melody responded in confusion.