The Sub-Heroine’s Butler Is a Vicious Bastard

2. Chill Syndrome (1)

It’s been three months since I was possessed as Erral de Arlot’s butler.

-Jerbuck. that buck

Corridor of a grand mansion.

I was moving, pulling a serving cart the size of my height.

Employees passing by looked at me cutely, but those eyes were still unfamiliar.

“Schmitz, you’re working hard today too.”

“hello.”

“So, are you going to the lady’s room?”

“That’s right. I’m bringing you breakfast.”

“Hehe, please be careful.”

In between, maids and attendants would talk to me.

It was a little embarrassing to have to play polite children every so often.

Well, my current self is a dignified boy butler who moves a serving cart the size of my height.

It’s not that the gaze of the ‘speciality’ that follows is just strange.

‘…Waltz Schmitz.’

The name of the character I possessed was ‘Waltz Schmitz’.

He is 8 years old and the heir to the ‘Waltz’ family, a butler family that has served the Eral family for generations…

There is only one order given to me as a butler,

‘To bring food to Erral de Arlott every meal.’

It must mean to become a companion to Arlott, who is eating alone because he cannot leave the bed because of his sickness.

I’m 8 years old when I’m possessed, and Arlot is 8 years old too.

It seemed to be a judgment that it would be better to be with me, who is my age, rather than an attendant with a large age difference.

To be honest, I’m comfortable too.

Maybe it’s because I’m still young, the only assignment given to me is to deliver food to Arlott on time and to be his companion between meals.

He receives various trainings to become a butler, but compared to the forced mental training in the military, it is so much fun that it is incomparable.

However, it does not mean that you want to be vigilant just because your body is comfortable.

Even in the game-like aspect, we are collecting information like this.

I made sure no one was around and whispered softly.

“…quest window”

＜Quest #0: Enter the Academy!＞

＜Content: Enter the academy with Erral de Arlot＞

＜Reward: A clue to return to the original world＞

＜In case of failure: death＞

Then, a translucent window appears in front of my eyes.

It was a sight he had never seen before, but the form of the quest window was too familiar.

That would be too-

‘The game I used to play… The style of the quest window in ＜Party to Savior＞ is the same.’

The moment I became the butler of Erral de Arlot, I knew right away that I was possessed by the world in the game.

So the quest window itself wasn’t surprising.

The quest to go to the academy wasn’t particularly surprising.

The problem is a list of rewards and a list of failures.

No, to die just because you failed to enter the school once… Isn’t it too much?

Are there no transfers or transfers in this world?

In the meantime, the reward is a clue to return to the original world.

A normal person would work hard to return to the original world.

But I was no ordinary person.

‘Why do I have to go back?’

Briefly reminisce about my life.

Born to a debtor’s father and a drunkard’s mother, he struggled hard to live his life.

However, they couldn’t overcome the given fate, and the entire family’s life was ruined.

I became a game junkie and lived through so-called ‘Am-Saeng’ before being possessed.

I’ve lived a dog-like life… what? return?

I’d rather have them live here for the rest of their lives as a reward.

As I was thinking about things, I stood in front of a familiar door.

If I open this door, ‘she’ will be there, so I stood for a while and collected my mind.

yet-

-smart

“My lady, this is Schmitz. I brought you a meal.”

I knocked on her room and calmed down for a moment.

As I, the representative Eralmam of the self-proclaimed ‘Patousse’, the time to meet her was inevitably special.

As I was filled with anticipation that I had never gotten used to, I heard a lively voice from inside.

-come in!

“Excuse me.”

After a while, when I opened the door and went in, the room I saw was spread out in my field of vision.

It is an old-fashioned room with pure white lace and unique northern decorations that stand out here and there.

However, as expected of an 8-year-old kid’s room, colorful teddy bears are lined up on the bed.

From left to right, the names are Teddy, Berry, Willy and Kuma.

The bed was so big that it was hard to believe that he was alone.

I wondered if it would be about a queen size, but the size of the bed stood out even more because of her small body.

“Schmitz, hello!”

She smiles and greets me with her eyes.

Her long, snow-white hair tumbled down to match her smile.

Following that, deep crimson eyes catch the eye, and in the background, there is pale skin that is so pale that the flesh is visible.

All of that created something precarious, but…

“Schmitz, why didn’t you say hello!”

“ah… Yes, are you okay, lady?”

“When it’s just the two of us, by name. Didn’t you promise yesterday?”

“… I am the butler, and Lady Erral is my servant. You can’t just let go of your words-“

“Chi, you liar.”

Her words and actions were that of a little girl.

The doll-like appearance and unusual hair color all moved like an 8-year-old girl.

She grunted nonstop and puffed out her cheeks, but I tried to ignore it and spread the food on the bed table.

“Have a meal.”

“I don’t eat food given to me by liars.”

“You have to eat to be pretty, right?”

“That’s a lie too.”

Arlott shook his head with an exclamation.

Why does she accuse me of being a liar…

Knowing the inside story, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly at the sight.

‘It looks like it’s because of what happened yesterday.’

This was at dinner last night.

I was about to organize the tableware when she said that the meal was over.

But isn’t it just a bunch of bell peppers on the plate?

[I hate bell peppers. It doesn’t taste good.]

When asked why he left the bell peppers, Arlott replied that way.

With a stern expression on my face, I forced her to eat peppers.

Of course, I didn’t want to force-feed that I didn’t like children.

‘But I am also a victim… ‘

About last week, when I returned the bowl with the bell peppers left, the pressure came down from above.

The food given to the lady should not be left behind because the balance of nutrients was taken care of.

I wondered if this was the sadness of a middle manager.

It was the time when I was constantly arguing with her over bell peppers.

A good idea flashed through my head, and I tried to use it on Eral.

[Lady, you can become pretty by eating evenly.]

[What’s good about being pretty?]

[Yeah, the main character, Evan, and the good ending… No, you can marry a nice man.]

Traditionally, men whispered the information that they couldn’t use four limbs to a pretty woman, and her eyes twinkled in an instant.

The green peppers piled up like that quickly reveal the bottom…

I was given a full confession.

[Beeee, it’s not tasty.]

[I am proud of you, lady. You have become blindingly beautiful.]

[Then, can I marry Schmitz now?]

[…] Yes?]

[Schmitz said you could marry a nice guy. Because Schmitz looks the coolest in the world, I want to marry Schmitz.]

Connecting your favorite person with yourself is a sin from old times.

In case the coupling between my favorite character and the main character, which I had engraved deep in my heart, would collapse in my hands, I hurriedly made excuses for her choice.

Marriage is not something that is rushed.

The husband-to-be as a boyfriend, and the boyfriend-to-be as a friend should be watched for a long time.

Hearing this in silence, she suddenly got angry, saying that she should be friends with him.

[What if it’s just a friend… good]

[Friends do not speak respectfully. Call me by my first name, not my last name.]

[…] ]

Of course that’s not okay.

On top of that, there is the head of the butler who values the courtesy of his master as much as his life, and on top of that, there is the Northern Grand Duke who terribly cares for his daughter.

It’s a quest, it’s a good ending, and I could close my eyes right now, if I broke off with her.

That’s why I left the room as if I was running away, but on the other hand, I felt sorry for her who was desperately trying to be my friend.

A friend to talk to. Do you really need someone you can open up and talk to?

Because she rarely left the mansion due to her illness, she had no friends she could call.

“I’m not going to eat!”

I came to my senses at Arlott’s cry.

She was still turning her head away from me.

I thought it was going to go smoothly… You’re more stubborn than you think.

If I really starve, I’ll be in more trouble, so I decided to give it a go.

“…Arlot.”

“… !”

“Come on, eat. It will cool down.”

“Shu, Schmitz… ?”

I put a spoon in her frozen hand with rabbit eyes open.

A smile came out of me involuntarily at the sight of her still parental figure.

“… We only talk like this when it’s just the two of us. got it? It’s a secret from everyone else too.”

“Yes! Are we friends? Is not it?”

“then.”

Arlott is visibly delighted.

Was it really that happy to be your first friend?

She was delighted as she roamed her frail limbs.

No, I was just trying to be happy.

“oh… Oh, oh… ”

“Gwa, are you okay?”

Arlott’s lively appearance did not last long.

She trembled as she held onto her right arm near the wrist.

Clearly, it seemed that cold syndrome had struck again.

“I’ll call the councilor. Please wait a moment…”

“Wait… wait, wait. It’s really, really okay… so…!”

A body that trembled intermittently, and a moan that came out between sentences.

Arlott’s back wrapped around my arm looked smaller today.

The girl with that small back… What kind of pain are you enduring?

‘…cold syndrome.’

The name of the disease she suffers from is Cold Syndrome.

It is a rare disease that affects newborn babies born in cold northern regions, and it is also an incurable disease that plagued her throughout the game.

At first, it just grows into a child with a slightly colder body than others.

It is caused by cold air dwelling in the mana inside the body, and this only gets worse as you get older.

In the beginning, I suffer from pain that felt like being stabbed with a cold needle.

When it becomes severe, pain like driving a frozen nail into the bone and into the nerve follows, and this pain quickly rises to the level of burning pain.

‘I’m glad if that’s all.’

As the condition worsens, the cold often and often clumps together, and the body parts become unusable.

Arms, legs, and eyes are disabled, and body parts lose their function one by one, and eventually the heart freezes and stops functioning.

He will suffer for the rest of his life and then die.

She, the daughter of the Grand Duke of the North, was no exception.

It is all about slowing down the disease even a little bit with enormous goods.

That’s how she lives a terminally ill life where she loses her warmth every day.

“… It’s okay now. Did you wait long?”

I stare at her from behind, devastated, and she smiles and worries about me.

I could have been a bit more foolish.

She is quite mature when it comes to her illness.

“Really, anyone who sees you will know you’re sick, Schmitz. Why is your face so sad?”

Moisture that had not yet been wiped glittered in the eyes of the child who was making a joke.

My wrists were noticeably bluish and trembled intermittently.

It means the pain hasn’t gone away yet.

Still, why does she have to act like nothing happened?

it must be because of me

Because I’m in front of you, I don’t want to show weakness to me.

Such untainted feelings are transmitted intact,

And it reminds me of someone-

“Schmitz… are you crying?”

“ah… this, this… ”

As I hurriedly wiped my eyes, water came out of my hands.

It was like I was in tears.

The child who is in pain doesn’t even shed tears.

Why am I shedding tears when I can’t even feel the pain at all?

It’s hypocritical and disgusting.

“I’m sorry. that is-“

-Sueug

Something touched my eyes.

When I looked up, Arlott was wiping away my tears with his finger.

Her fingertips were cold, but inside she was warmer than anyone else.

“You’re kind, Schmitz… ”

“……”

“It’s really okay. I can only bear this much. by the way… ”

She handed me something with her left hand.

It was a spoon.

“Anyway, it’s impossible to eat with these hands, so I think I need to borrow your hand today. Since we’re friends, can I ask for this much?”

It was a smile that was trying to look flawless, no, clear.

Her eyes curved like half moons, and unwieldy tears ran down her cheeks.

What can I say when I see that smile?

The white hair, the half-moon-shaped eyes, and that smile.

While overlapping with the face of Erral de Arlott I saw in the original work.

“… yes.”

“What, are you talking about respect again?”

“… yes.”

“Hee hee, give me the grilled fish first. Ah- I will.”

While struggling to suppress his overflowing emotions, he slowly put the rice into Arlott’s mouth.

I wanted to say something, but now I kept my mouth shut because my voice was terribly shaking.

Looking at her right arm, which is still shaking.

I made a promise again.

I would give everything for her.

I will run and roll hard for her happiness.

And finally…

‘In the end credits, I’ll make Eral go with Evan… ‘ Called.

A long-cherished wish that could not be fulfilled in the original work.

For that long-cherished wish, Arlott must be added to Evan’s list of heroines.

I made that promise.

And that promise was shattered when Eral turned 15.