‘Is life fair? Could there be absolute justice and judgment?

Is anything Absolute? Do we ever care anymore as long as the system works just fine for many?

No one was going to hear our cries, as our dead bodies vanished under the earth, below your blind eyes. 

Please tell me, dear sir, are you any different than the monsters that you curse?’

Yaze got from the chair he was sitting on and put the book on the library shelf he took it from. The little break he got was already over and it was never a good choice to make his little young lord wait. You wouldn’t be able to estimate what kind of punishment he would deem fit even for something so little like this, especially if he was feeling angry.

Yaze quickly walked through the corridor which was covered in large windows which had the design of the House Lyren on the top of them. They were causing the corridor to shine just like outside, maybe even more.

They were in the vacation mansion which was meticulously made by Lord Harlock, the current head of House Lyren, for his retirement. He loved Alheim, he loved the weather of it, he loved the flora of it… yet he didn’t visit this place for five years.

Yaze also loved this place. Firstly, the staff here were more relaxed and friendly. There was a beautiful garden which had many kinds of flowers, it was even famous because of it. The Mansion was made with utmost care, a masterwork. Everything was so efficient and had a meaning.

After glancing at the garden and the people in there a few times, he was finally in front of his young lord’s room. Yaze knocked on the door a few times and after he received a positive answer, he slowly pushed it open and walked in.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Lord Henry looked at me as if he saw something unpleasant yet Yaze already got used to this look a very long time ago. 

There was his little lord sitting on his comfy chair in his luxurious room. His red hair, which was a specific thing for house Lyren, was shining with the sunlight passing through the window. He was twenty-two years old. He had a plain face but he could be considered as a good-looking man overall. 

He was tall and could be considered slim. He was wearing black jeans, a white shirt and a burgundy vest. Of course, all of them were made of the greatest materials just for our little lord.

Next to him was sitting, a woman who looked like in her eighteens. She had wavy light brown hair which reached her back. She had a petite face with a small nose. She was the daughter of one lord of the smaller houses connected to Lyren, Lady Serene. 

Yaze wondered how long this one would resist the young lord of house Lyren. It was always good to romanticise dating to a high lord until you saw the monster underneath. How naive, he would say if he didn’t know about her.

“Fetch us some wine, be sure to get the one I like and never drop it. I don’t want to deal with your stupidity again, not while I have a dear guest in my chamber. And never try to taste it, they are more valuable than you.”

‘I don’t drink yet our great lord has very a low perception doesn’t he? You were not able to learn a small fact like this in all those years I’ve served you, were you.’

Yaze thought to himself yet he had a face which showed no emotion, something he mastered over the years.

“I heard Lyren had one of the best vines in all of the five houses and they are very rare. You don’t need to bring me one, my Lord. Your company already brightened my day.”

Lady Serene gave him a charming smile and it was not hard to see that lord Henry was love-struck by her.

“What nonsense is that? In my presence, a lovely lady like you only deserves better than the best! What are you waiting for, haven’t I told you to be quick?”

Lord Henry turned Yaze angrily, annoyed by his presence in the room as he flirted with the lady Serene. Yaze laughed inside as the lady played with the young lord very masterfully, he was goddamn sure she was not stupid enough to really love this idiot or smart enough to know an alliance would benefit her house and her more than her love life.

“You flatter me, my lord. You’ve been very kind and generous while only your presence would make me utterly happy and content.”

She said modestly.

“It's worth it if it’ll enhance the moment we share together, I’ve planned a great day for us my lady.”

Lord Henry happily said then he gave a glance to Yaze.

“I’ll be right back, my Lord.”

Yaze bowed as you left the room.

“Be quick, I’m thirsty!”

Lord Henry shouted as he left the room.

He quickly headed towards the basement and then to the storage area. As if in every good staff there had to be one shithead, there was one too in this mansion. 

The wine-maker was a lightly chubby guy. He had black hair, hazel eyes and a big nose. He acted like they were friends from the first time they met and as if he was superior to Yaze. He was subtle with the latter but it was easy to understand.

Yaze put up with it as he was not going to stay here for long and because he didn’t have much interaction with him but he was pushing his limits. He was one of those guy, the ones that would use you as long as you stood quiet to their treatment.

“Oh hello mate. Did our bastard lord send you here for more wine? He is chugging wine like a pisshead.”

He snarked happily as he got to change to talk trash about lord.

“Just give me his regular and one of the best we have.”

“Aye-Aye. Let’s drink our fat lord with our taxes he uses to drown himself in wine with a fucking pretty Lady next to him to entertain him for the night.”

He said and turned around to fetch the lord’s orders for Yaze.

‘This fucking city flourishes with gold, at least try to make some fucking sense and talk about the real problems of the city.’

Yaze sighed as he waited for him to bring him wine bottles. He returned not long after and placed the bottles on the counter yet didn’t hand them to Yaze. 

“Is our Lord bedding that pretty lady? Lucky bastard, why the hell I haven’t born as a damn lord! Just eat, shit and fuck. What a beautiful life.”

Yaze sighed once more after hearing this fucker bantering about how good the lords’ life was and how many ‘chicks’ they were banging. He just wanted to kill this man to not have this utterly childish and dumb conversation.

“You are sure to know how to run your mouth, wasn’t it enough for you to get beaten once?”

“Don’t be this stuck-up mate. Fuck, What I wouldn’t give to have this vine in one of my hands and her apple bosom in the other.”

He grasped the air with his right hand and one of the wine bottles with his left as he placed a shit-eating grin on his face.

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“Watch your fool mouth, Wine-maker. Do you have a fucking death wish you are talking about like that about the lady of Scarletblade? Act with some decency or guards will show you how to act with some decency gladly.”

Yaze tried to reach for the bottles and get out of there and leave this creep alone but when reached for them he pulled them away and looked at Yaze angrily.

“Well, now mate, haven’t we talked about this? You won’t be a problem for me so I won’t be a problem for you. Good, right?”

He said with a lightly intimidating posture and voice.

Yaze only looked at him and laughed lightly. The guy looked at him surprised as normally Yaze would step back and be on his way.

“How funny you think you might be a problem for me. I’d say watch for your head, wine-maker, one day you might lose it if you continue acting like a complete halfwit. Don’t overstep your bounds and don’t bite the hands feeding you. I hate that kind of people and I have a habit of getting rid of them, you can ask the one working here before you.”

He gave an angry look at Yaze but without saying anything extended the wine bottles to him.

“Here is our lord’s favourite, he must be waiting for his dog to deliver his orders. You must be quick.”

He said resentment which only made Yaze grin.

“Now, now, let’s not get upset. You still haven’t learned your lesson, haven’t you? You think you can talk about lords and ladies as you desire, they wouldn’t hear, even if they did what would they do, right? You were just joking, having harmless fun!”

Yaze smile as he knew he just hit the right point, many fools believed they wouldn’t give a fuck, that it wouldn’t be a big problem.

“Let me tell you what they would fucking do. They would cut your little wiener and feed you with it. Let everyone watch as you writhe in pain and try to beg for forgiveness. Yet you wouldn’t be heard as you choke on your own little dick.”

Yaze looked at him with cold eyes, seeing him cower lightly, finally fear setting into him. 

“You would serve as an example for others to not talk fool about their masters again. Just continue acting like this and you will not live to see another day. And never again talk to me like this as if I am your fucking comrade. You fucking disgust me.”

Yaze looked right inside of his eyes and saw him and then averted his gaze.

“Good day to you, brew a few more of these as our lords came to like it. Work hard and shut your trap and just do your fucking work. That way you might get a raise rather than getting head chopped.”

Yaze grabbed the two wine bottles and left the storage without looking back.

‘Idiot, he thinks his words won’t reach the Lord’s ear. Is it fucking hard to just do your work without acting like a horny teenager? Go to a fucking brothel if you are that. Whatever, fuck around and find out. It’ll be a waste though, he does really make good wine. It’ll take a while to find someone who has skills like his.’

Yaze sighed once again as he once again found himself in one of the mansion’s long halls. Some people really didn’t understand that you don’t talk fool to a lord, especially if you were serving them. He saw many of them beg for mercy and you never got mercy from the house of Lyren. And this one’s fate was not going to be different from how cocky he might be acting.

When he was heading to lord’s room he saw three of the servants in the corridor. Their eyes quickly fell on him as he damned his luck. Now he had to deal with another trio of idiots.

He hoped they’d keep to themselves but as he was passing he was stopped by a strong grip on his shoulder.

“Well, where are you going like this without even giving a fucking greetings.”

The leader of to trio, Mark, talked to him with a smug smile on his face.

“Let me go, Mark. Haven’t I told you to don’t bother me while I’m working?”

Suddenly the bottles were snatched from his hands and before he could reach he was hit to the wall. The breath left Yaze’s lungs from the impact. The two lackeys of Mark were holding Yaze in place with their big frames.

‘What the fuck are you doing, you fucking apes!’

Yaze was caught unguarded by the sudden actions of these idiots. They’d been teasing and troubling him in various ways but they never attacked him physically like this. He tried to save him but it only made them use more power and hurt him more.

“You are always fucking annoying me with this act as if you are fucking higher than us. You are just a fucking, broken bastard.”

Mark said with an annoyed grin on his face and got closer to trapped Yaze.

“Must be because even I do more than you three of you combined. What do you want to know, you are sorry because you were not able to become the top dog of our lord. Do you think he would choose you, a good-for-nothing, as his head servant if I was gone? Were you not able to lick his boots enough from your position, huh?”

Yaze knew Mark had eyes on his position and tried to get his place for a long while but this idiot was not aware he had no chance. Not just because Mark was not skilled enough but also because the head of the Lyren, Henry’s father, directly assigned Yaze as Herny’s personal servant and our little lord would never go against his father's orders.

“Acting like you know shit but you are fucking nothing. Just a plaything for our lord, a fucking hindrance on his side with no skills or magic to support him. Do you think we don’t know the only reason you are his head servant is because of Lord Harlock?” 

Mark spoke as if he revealed a big secret about Yaze which only made Yaze laugh.

“Is this all you have? You wanted to banter about how you are not able to serve our lord with your skills. Does little Mark feel it's unfair while I got to serve the lord directly while he had to listen to others' orders?"

Yaze said sarcastically. Yaze usually wouldn’t try to raise the aggression level of others as he was always at a disadvantage. It’s been a long time since he stopped practising martial arts or any weapon arts but against three idiots attacking a lord's personal servant right in the middle of the hallways, he didn’t give a damn.

He would be scared if these three idiots had the heart to take him off, but they were not like that. There was no need for him to hold back as these three idiots were playing fire already. And, to be fair, Yaze really felt enough holding back from everything.

“I was wondering how our lord would react if you just broke his wine bottle. It’s his favourite and rarest, something more valuable than a fucking broken like you. Isn’t it a funny story, a fucking broken, not even able to fetch a fucking wine? He’ll see clumsy broken idiot like you would only cause to him.”

Mark grinned at Yaze as if he just revealed his fucking master plan to him.

“You’ll only get yourself into the trouble, Mark. Listen to me and just give me those damn bottles and be on your way.”

Yaze warned him, having had enough of his stupidity already. Suddenly Mark came to his side and punched him hard on his abdomen. Yaze groaned from the pain and gritted his teeth. Yaze felt Mark’s hand reaching his face and then held him by his chin tightly.

“Still acting the same, don’t you, you fucker? I’ll show you you are nothing! Open your fucking mouth!”

He barked into Yaze’s ear commandingly. Yaze swore as if you didn’t expect things to escalate like this, they were acting like they were out of their damn minds. Yet Yaze was not concerned as this shit show was not going to live long.

‘Where are those damn guards!’

He wondered as he kept his mouth shut. They must’ve heard this stupidness already and Yaze was damn sure these three idiots didn’t think about the guards’ presence properly nor had ways to bribe them to close their eyes to this.

“I said open your fucking mouth.”

Mark said angrily as he saw Yaze’s disobedient and tried to force his mouth open. His fingers tried to pry into Yaze’s tightly shut mouth. When they did Yaze bit them with all of his force. 

Mark groaned in pain and was going to hit Yaze but he backed off when Yaze kicked him in the balls. Now he had a few more seconds Yaze tried to save himself but the other two pinned him into the wall tightly and he was outmatched in strength.

“You fuckers think you’ll just get away with this?  You are attacking the lord’s personal servant, you are attacking me, who’s serving to house Lyren from the day I was born! Do you think the lord will not consider this as a disgrace to himself!”

Yaze shouted as he continued to save himself from their grip even if it was for nothing.

“Shut his fucking mouth, you idiots!”

They quickly closed his mouth with their hands and held him tightly. Yaze was sure one of those fucker used a skill as he felt as if his shoulder was crushed into the wall.

‘Where are you, you damn guards, come already!’

“I’ll make you fucking pay, I’ll make you beg me on your knees. You are going out of this house today you motherfucker! You’ll drink this damn wine like a fucking rat whose stealing the wines from the house”

Mark once again began to get closer to Yaze, you could see the anger on his face very clearly. Yet Yaze felt relaxed after hearing this rattleheaded’s explanation and understood the situation was not as extreme as he thought it was. 

‘Are they fucking idiots? There are fucking knights and you fucking beat me just for that, they’ll surely come here anytime.’

Yet Yaze still thought about about what he could do, what he should do. He just needed a little bit more time and knights would be here in any second. And when he got free, he was going to be sure these three were dead.

Fuck, if he thought these idiots would dare to do something like this he wouldn’t let himself be caught. Yet it was his fault, to begin with, he shouldn’t drop his guard. While Mark was getting closer and he decided on his action, a chilling aura filled the hall. 

‘Right on time.’

Yaze thought as a smile appeared on his face. 

Yaze watched as the smug and angry look quickly vanished from Mark’s face as he looked at the person walking into the hall. He looked like he wanted to run away from there yet the aura covering the area was suffocating and suppressing his being with its sheer authority, he was fucked up so badly.