I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 11 Part 7

11. The Rawest Mind (6)

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Finally, Eve willingly withdrew her fingers that had been blocking Castel’s airway from his mouth. Overwhelmed by the sudden relief from the discomfort and the coughing erupting from within his throat, he couldn’t regain his composure and, in a physiological response, tears streamed down his face as he trembled.

“Cough, cough, cough… Cough…!”

“Don’t be so dramatic. You’re a person who wouldn’t even flinch if stabbed with a knife.”

Eve leaned back and looked down at the man’s drooling with amusement as he dropped his head to the floor, and slowly began to think about what else she could order him to do.

As Eve pondered a few ideas for their next play, she suddenly noticed that the man’s coughing had subsided. Her head tilted curiously as she realized it had become too quiet. The sounds of breathing that reached her ears were oddly varied in tone.

“… Wait. Sir Castel. Castel? Hey! You punk!”

Eve stood up from her chair and shook the man lying face down on the floor. The man, with his head pressed against the ground, had a serene expression as he remained still with his eyes closed, appearing remarkably peaceful.

“This bastard has absolutely no conscience! Hey! I’m trying to do something here! You think you can just fall asleep after just one round? Hey! Wake up!”

Despite Eve’s harsh words, the man’s consciousness had long slipped into the realm of dreams. Even when forcibly lifting his upper body and trying to make him stand, he couldn’t control his body and his head bobbed down like a sick chicken. Eve, who had been glaring at the man with a frustrated expression, let out a long sigh and gazed at a distant mountain.

“Damn it. I thought we were starting off in a good mood. The first try always gets messed up…”

In the end, Eve unleashed a torrent of curses, utilizing all the profanity she had learned in her past and present lives, while muttering and grumbling. She then supported the sleeping man, slung him over her shoulder, and threw him onto the bed. Afterward, she picked up the underwear that had been strewn on the floor, and put it on with a calm demeanor.

“If that jerk tries anything again, I’ll be a dog, a dog.”

Eve, growling like a wild animal, exited the guest room. In the late night, as she wandered the hallway looking for her room, the expression on her face resembled that of a demon. However, since all the servants had returned to their respective bedrooms, no one witnessed her fiery demeanor.

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“Aaahhh! This is insane! You crazy bitch, you goddamn crazy bitch! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhhhh!”

The next morning, the maids who had come down to the second floor to wake Eve widened their eyes upon hearing the lady’s animalistic screams from inside the bedroom, and quickly knocked on the door. However, Eve’s rough voice continued without acknowledging the knocking sound.

“What? A prepared meal? This is ridiculous! Aaaaah! Please! If this is a game, at least have a save/load system! I want to go back, aaaaah! Crazy! Crazy! Why would I do something like that?! If you’re horny, just do a kiss! Are you insane, you bastard! Die! Seriously, die! Just die with your nose stuck in the ground!”

Shortly after, a soft thumping sound, as if something plush was being beaten, could be heard.

“M-My lady. May I come in?”

Anna swallowed her saliva and knocked once again. Immediately, the screams from inside abruptly ceased. After a while, a voice of acceptance came from within, urging her to enter. Opening the bedroom door and stepping inside, Anna was met with a disheveled sight of the lady, which was quite a spectacle.

“Um, may I ask what happened yesterday…?”

“Oh, no, nothing. It’s nothing… Ahem…”

Despite the tangled mess of her hair and the whites of her eyes, which were bloodshot and swollen, Anna, acting as the lady’s skilled maid, made an effort to smile and smoothly changed the subject of conversation, following the lady’s lead.

“Since we have a guest, would you like to have breakfast in the dining room downstairs?”

“A guest… Right. Guest? Has the guest woken up?”

“I haven’t been informed that he has woken up yet.”

“First, a bath! I need to start with a bath! Anna, prepare some clothes for me! A light morning dress will do. Something that I can put on quickly. And nothing with too many buttons!”

With those words, Eve quickly got out of bed and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom, making clattering sounds along the way. Anna watched the energetic lady’s back as she disappeared into the bathroom. Suddenly, Anna’s head tilted in confusion as she noticed that the lady was wearing the same chemise she had worn the day before, instead of the nightgown she usually wore to bed.

Setting aside Anna’s suspicions, Eve swiftly washed up, changed her clothes, and hurriedly headed outside. As she descended the stairs to the first floor, she came face to face with someone at the bottom of the staircase. It was Castel, who had meticulously cleaned and tidied up his crumpled and dirtied clothes that had been twisted and soiled as he had been tossed and swung around in various directions.

She needed to make sure, just in case. Eve struggled to control her trembling pupils and raised the corners of her mouth. Please, let this man have a volatile memory that erases his memories when he gets drunk.

“Good morning, Sir Castel. The chef has prepared a meal that could serve as a hangover remedy. Would you like me to bring it to you for breakfast?”

Eve was too preoccupied to notice the slight awkwardness in her speech, as it was not the time to be concerned about minor grammar. As she anxiously observed the man’s reaction, she noticed Castel’s complexion abruptly hardened, and soon, his eyes, cheeks, and various parts of his face were visibly flushed, revealing a distinct blush.

“T-The, the, m-meal.”

He even stuttered. It was none other than Castel Wittelsbach, the very same person who rarely faltered in his speech.

If it were the age of living mythical creatures, the Empire’s top swordmaster,  who would have been praised for killing fifteen or so dragons, was now stuttering and stumbling like a malfunctioning puppet. It was a sight that one might only see once in a lifetime.

In a different situation, if this had happened, Eve might have popped popcorn into her mouth and gleefully enjoyed the spectacle. It would have been such a rare occurrence. Unfortunately, she couldn’t deny that she was the cause of his malfunction.

“… I apologize.”

The man pursed his lips, carefully choosing his words, but now his face contorted, like a man who was angry, as he forced out an apology, before vanishing like the wind. Eve stood there for a while, staring at the man’s retreating figure as she muttered in a despondent tone.

“Ah, fuck. I screwed up.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ack!”

Startled by the quiet question coming from behind, Eve jumped up in surprise. It was Alberic, who had been the first to collapse after having just a little to drink, standing behind her with a slightly bemused expression.

“What’s with all the cursing and swearing?”

“No, nothing at all.”

“Has Sir Castel left?”

“Well, yes. He said he had urgent matters.”

“I can tell it’s something very urgent since he left without saying goodbye. He’s not usually like that.”

“Ahaha… Yes, that’s true. He said he had to sober up and leave, so he seemed quite rushed.”

Alberic wore a puzzled expression at her suspicious attitude of forcing a ‘Ha. Ha. Ha.’, wondering when was the last time Eve was sane. He brushed off his concern and headed towards the dining room, ignoring her.

Ahahaha. Hahaha. Only hollow laughter continued to flow from Eve’s lips.