DRRIIIIIIIIINNNN~
Knock knock knock!
As if having planned beforehand, my phone and someone at the door, decided to wake me up at the same time.
My phone I could always shut off, but I couldn't exactly ignore someone, not after accepting my foreseeable future workplace.
I opened the door, and thankfully the 2 goblin possessed by an evil spirit twins were not there to greet me.
"Mr. Crow, breakfast will be ready in 25 minutes, if you could…?"
"Of course, I'll be ready in 15 minutes, will you wait or tell me where to go?"
The young man, probably another servant in training, decided to wait, and I was pressured to shower even quicker.
I could get used to this luxury eheh~
I got ready as fast as I could and when I was about to wear the tracksuit for the training that was awaiting me, the young boy stepped forward.
"Mr. Crow… there's been a change of plans…"
"What's up?"
"After hearing about your future mission, the head butler decided to train you personally…"
"What? Is that even allowed?"
"Well, not necessarily, but the patriarch allowed it, so there will be some changes… the first of all…"
He went and took out a full on double breasted 3 piece suit.
Completely black with straight emerald linings and buttons.
Isn't all black kinda… heavy?
Not only the jacket and trousers, but even the waistcoat, shirt and tie were black with emerald lining.
No embroderie, no decorations and certainly no accessories.
But there was still something wrong in all this.
"Why are you showing me this suit?"
At my question, he went and did it. He really did it. He had the audacity to take out 4 more identical suits and I knew, oh how I knew I was fucked beyond belief.
"I'm going to be doing EVERYTHING in that suit, am I right?"
"Yes sir."
Fuck my life.
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Despair and fear aside, the suit was really beautiful, it fit like a glove, which unironically, I also wore and everything was extremely comfortable.
When I arrived at the dining hall, what awaited me, was not the peaceful and quiet area filled with morning chatter I had imagined.
Oh no, in front of me, stood a man slightly shorter than me, but 1000 times scarier. His posture alone seemed like a weapon, not to talk about the rapier at his waist.
A gaze so stern it promised nothing but judgment, those bright, gleaming, violet eyes were full of contempt and I already knew I had failed whatever this man was testing before he even spoke.
"Looks, perfection. But what's the use of perfect looks with that gait, posture and expression? A mutt would have had a better start."
Those were the first words the bastard exchanged with me.
"Then hire one."
It came out of my soul before I could even imagine of saying it and I thought I was really done this time.
Ready to pack my bags and get kicked out I patiently awaited the inevitable scalding.
"But we did hire one, I just didn't know it was the lowest of all possible mutts."
He said while gesturing towards me. He said it softly, like it was a pity I even existed.
Oh? He likes to play?
That was when a completely crazy, but simingly possible idea came alive with extreme violence in my mind.
"Oh? Are you questioning the quality of the mutt the elders themselves have chosen for your young master?"
A spark flashed in his eyes.
Is it really the right thing? But that was clearly a reaction!
He then smiled.
Oh no.
"It seems, the eloquence lessons will be implemented in the beati- physical session of your training. Now eat doggy, stuff your street belly to the fullest and follow me."
Oooh, from mutt to doggy, progress.
But what was that about beating?
With the ominous promise of a few broken bones I stuffed myself like it was my last meal. For all I knew, it could very well be.
In just a few minutes I had eaten more than I had eaten the entire year and was positively glowing with happiness, until I saw the head butler in front of what promised to be my future torture grounds.
"My name is Friedrick J. Brown, you shall only call me head butler or instructor, nothing else is allowed."
"Then why even tell me?"
As soon as I asked, I heard a thunderclap so loud and found myself flying meters sideways with an unbelievable searing pain coming from my cheek.
I had just been slapped to oblivion.
"Let's try again. My name is […]"
"What the hell!"
Again.
I was sent flying.
I see, eloquence with beatings.
"Again. My name is […]"
I waited for him to finish his introduction, got up with both cheeks resembling a red neon light, dusted off my suit, or at least tried to and bowed slightly.
"Greetings, Head Butler. My name is Crow, I'm in your hands."
Again a spark gleamed behind those infuriating violet eyes.
I wanted to cave them out, but I wasn't stupid enough.
"Much better."
I said nothing and waited, those bitchslaps were actually scary. To send someone flying, how strong do you need to be?
"Now, run."
Oh.
I wanted to start running, but I also wanted to ask some questions.
However as soon as the head butler rose his hand I forgot all my questions and started running.
The hell is wrong with these people?
They kidnap me and then beat me up?
Fuck, am I going to turn into one of those crazy masochists?
Defiant of the very probable future awaiting me, I started to increase my pace and run laps in this already cursed training ground.
"Don't worry of exhaustion, we have a healer on standby, also, if you even dare thinking about throwing up I will really beat you up, not like those warning slaps."
THOSE WERE WARNINF SLAPS?
I had completely misjudged [disorder]. This place was worse then the military.
"And don't even try to compare us to the military, we are obviously on another level. Not like those expandable grunts."
Did he just compare the army to trash?
Wait?! My training will be on another level?!?!?!
"Kill me."
"That is not for you to decide after today."
Fuck my stupid ass brain.
I continued to run like my life depended on it, and it probably did, but fatigue was starting to catch up to me, after years of living in power saving mode, it was already an unbelievable feat for me to run for 10 minutes.
As my breath started getting rougher and rougher I heard the Butler from the sidelines talking with utter indifference.
"Anne, be a dear and heal that dog."
"Yes, sir."
Sweat was clinging to my suit like a second skin but suddenly a white glow enveloped me, the reserves of food in my bulging belly started to burn quickly and I felt my fatigue disappear.
I continued to run.
The not big but disgustingly scary boss didn't tell me to stop after all.
"Anne here, belongs to the path of Sun, sub-path Angel and is a Walker of Light, she will be your primary healer during our five weeks together."
Fuck fuck fuck.
"There is a lot to correct from you after all."