NOVEL NEXT Surviving As An Obsessive Servant
Chapter 1
“Rovel. Where are you going?”
The voice of the sick man was both drowsy and threatening. “Ah, Ahaha—Young Master.” I couldn’t believe I ran into the exact person I didn’t want to meet late at night. I forced a smile and turned my head. As expected, Young Master Edrick was already facing the stairs where I stood. There was no sign, and I didn’t know when he came down. No, I had to send him back sooner for my purpose. Conscious of the invisible carriage outside the window, I said, “Young Master, you’ve woken up early. You should rest for a bit longer to completely recover from your fatigue after traveling.” I tried to speak with a bright tone, but a cracked sound came out of my mouth as if to prove the tension. Even though I was embarrassed, he continued the conversation as if it was nothing. “I can’t sleep because you’re not by my side. You know, I can’t sleep unless you hug me.” “—It’s been like that for a while, right? Please bear with it even if it makes you uncomfortable. You’ve overcome other diseases, so your insomnia will get better soon.” At the nonsensical comfort, Edrick smiled silently. I was trapped in his great shadow and caught up in doubt. ‘What the hell is this kid thinking when he usually doesn’t want to move even a single step?’ He used to be harsh in the past, yet I could still read some of his emotions— now, however, I wasn’t sure what he’s thinking. Well, besides this, several big and small changes occurred between him and me. Our similar heights started to diverge significantly. The relationship had changed, and I was slowly getting involved. It included natural skinship, such as putting his arm on my shoulder and rubbing his forehead on my shoulder like he was complaining. While repeating the movement for a while, he just raised his eyes with his face on my shoulder. I was distracted by the drowsy eyes flashing dark green on a dangerous street. ‘—Look at that main protagonist’s love interest.’ In terms of body shape and atmosphere, this is an absolute kaebung. (캐붕 (kaebung) 캐붕의 정의 character collapse shortened words. In sope-opera or sth character changes strangely by mistranslating or on purpose by the writer / When a specific character behaves in a way that is completely inconsistent with the original personality or setting without describing the process of a special change of heart in a creation) He joyfully looked at me, standing in a scared rabbit demeanor, and asked, “You haven’t answered my question yet. Where are you going?” “—Just taking a walk. The moon is so bright and pretty, I want to get some wind in the backyard.” “Night walk. Nice,” he laughed softly at the natural lie, “While holding such things?” My eyes followed his descending gaze that led to the bags in both my hands. At first glance, there are as many as two heavy leather bags—Darn it! I was so nervous that I forgot the existence of the bags. I was flustered for a while. I picked up my suitcase in an annoyed manner. “Even though I’m on my way, I was bored to death. It was left out by the guy who went on vacation yesterday, and he asked me to move it.” “Who would make such a request to my servant without my permission?” —I don’t think Edric, who recently returned, knows all the names of his servants, right? In a voice that was dubious, yet somewhat frustrated, I answered, “It’s Fedric.” I’m sorry, Fedric. If we ever meet again later, don’t shoot me harshly—. I said it with tears in my eyes, but Edric replied while playing with my silver hair, which had reached my ears, “Fedric. Okay. You had a friend like that. He has the same name as me.” “—Is that so?” Edric, Fedric. Despite the fact that their appearances were entirely different, their names were similar. He wouldn’t have known for the rest of his life if he hadn’t said it. Unlike the first time, the original was so wrong that it didn’t matter what had changed now. I was buried in these thoughts before I heard a strange sound that was unlike anything I’d ever heard before. “You were taking care of him because I wasn’t there?” he asked, playing with my collar, while I gaped in embarrassment, at a loss for words. —What is this crazy guy saying? “Right. These things happen all the time. As long as you, who loved me, missed me while I was away, then that’s enough. So, where did you begin? Lick, hug, touch, wash—have you done everything you’ve done to me?” Someone will misunderstand if they hear it in the middle of the night! If I ‘licked it’, that could mean I licked the medicine’s lid! The rest of the chores are for me to complete as a servant!! I panicked and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one but Edrick. No, I didn’t realize that maybe the inconspicuousness was my biggest misfortune. “Rovel.” His two hands, which were bigger and stronger than when he was a child, suddenly covered the back of my hand. As a result, both bags swiftly fell onto the carpet. I tried to pull my hand away and smiled awkwardly. But the more I tried, the stronger his grip became. When he had no option but to release his strength, he stroked my hand with care, as if he were dealing with something precious. “Do you like someone other than me now?” “—No way. Having the Young Master is the best thing in the world.” “Yeah. You said it yourself then. I’m your breath, you can’t live without it,” Edrick whispered and smiled shyly. His smile seemed so beautiful and pure that it was enough to forget the situation and just admire it. It’s not going to be in the future because he’s all better now— so I nodded to match the rhythm. The stiff air seems to have relaxed as a result of this. But before I could be completely relieved, he asked, “But why are you trying to run away when you like me so much?” “….” “You- you said you’d die without me.” Sooner or later, the Young Master had the face of a hungry predator. My name is Rovelia Flor. I grew up well as a daughter in the family of one of the leading merchants in the central commercial city of Belican, where trade developed. The fact that I was possessed by novels came naturally to me through storybooks my parents read to me when I was young. This is due to the fact that the location’s name is similar to the main family known as the empire’s pillar. All because everything has gone out of control since I was reincarnated with the memory of my previous life after being hit and killed by a luxury truck. Of course, I was curious for a moment about the two main characters, the world’s most beautiful men, but it was only for a very short time. Unlike my previous life, I had a family who loved me, and I had so much to enjoy every day. ‘Well, they’re people I’ll never see for the rest of my life.’ But one day, I collapsed without warning. The sky seemed unconcerned as well. I was just 16 years old when it was discovered that I had a rare illness. “Didn’t you promise to get me a new carriage if I got better? It’ll be double the size of Robert’s brother’s!” But I was confident enough to lightly comfort my tearful parents. The novel I reincarnated into often mentioned this disease. The original work is a BL novel called <The Night In The Capital>. Edric Dencart, the illegitimate son of a venerable Duke, is the main protagonist and the main character’s love interest. The handsome but sensitive and gloomy sick character refuses to take medicine and is about to die, but on the Crown Prince’s orders, he takes medicine to recover from his illness and falls in love with him. So, in short, it’s Crown Prince X Edric. Now, this isn’t important. My illness matched the sick character’s illness. And I didn’t feel frustrated since I knew he’d make a full recovery. As I saw in the original story, I ate three meals a day at three o’clock. Then after 30 minutes, it was over. Since it is a rare disease, there aren’t many people who get it. Plus only basic treatment needs to be followed well. People around the world don’t seem to know yet, but it’s not incurable. ‘It’s kind of scary to be sick—but it’s simple and good, right?’ Rather, I believed I could improve faster than the main character, Edrick. He refused to eat and refused to take his medicine. Although the death rate was high, it was natural considering that medicines or treatments had just recently been created. The medicine itself was too expensive. But, as I already mentioned, my family is pretty livable. Despite not being aristocratic, my parents, who were resourceful merchants from generation to generation, paid for their medicine, and physicians who claimed to have earned a reputation for themselves in the capital came to our house. I had a wonderful time lying in bed with the cats. But as time passed, I found myself unable to get out of bed on my own. This is the reason. “—The medicine I took was fake?” We were too naive. No matter how historic the upper part of my family belonged to, we were still commoners. The quality of the medicine that can be obtained by the main aristocrat and the commoners were different from the beginning. When I learned that “real medicine” was only distributed to aristocrats later, my body was already in a state where I couldn’t use my hands. I couldn’t even leave a will because I constantly vomited blood. However, I suddenly returned to the past. “Rovelia, happy birthday! —Oh my. Are you crying now?” I wept like a fool at my 16th birthday celebration again. Just as the reason for my reincarnation was unknown, the reason for my regression was also unknown. But one thing was clear. I decided to take a chance this time. Unlike in the past, I wished to be happy with my family, who loved me. “Dad, buy me some medicine for my birthday.” My parents loved me even more than I loved them. They were perplexed by my words for a while, but as soon as they saw that the drug’s quality was decreasing, they gave away their fortune and discovered the “true medicine.” Drug prices had risen dramatically so now it costs more to inquire about drugs and get the necessary qualifications to purchase them. Luckily they were able to save me in the end. Instead of saying I’m sorry, I showed it through my actions. Pitifully resting on a smaller bed at the top of the study, unlike before, in order to help myself from death. I studied very hard since it earned a lot of money to interpret ancient languages and stone tablets. But there was one more detail that I had missed. “Breath of the Spirit— What the hell is this?” My hands trembled as I translated the ancient stones I came upon with the translation request above. There was content regarding the ‘Diff’ race in there. Edric’s maternal bloodline seemed to have a special ability, which had not been revealed in the original. At that moment, I felt a strange sense of insight.It seemed even stranger than the night I discovered the source of the medicine that only the nobles use. So I gathered ancient stone tablets at random and examined them. I read it again and again. When I finally deciphered the last slab, my body was in a strangely messed up state of being alive. The slate I was holding was also stained with blood, making it difficult to read. But now it doesn’t matter. Because I knew everything. ‘So—if you have this rare disease, even if you have medicine, only the main character and the people around the main character can live.’ All the tearful efforts of my family were in vain. First, it meant that I was destined to die whether I took real medicine or fake medicine. ‘Only those who are within the reach of the main character’s breath can live— Is there a case like this?’ But before that, I closed my eyes. That was my second bad ending. “Rovelia, happy birthday!” And third. A birthday present that I met again like fate. The family was smiling together at the house that had been hurriedly sold off at a low price because of me—. “—Thank you.” Faced with it all, I smiled and made a decision. I can’t accept the reality that no matter what I do, except for meeting the main character, I’m destined to fall behind. So, given that this is the case, shouldn’t I place a spoon or something on the well-prepared herbal medicine table?
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