10 Problems

A couple of months have passed since I was invoked, I was already used to the lifestyle of a servant and obtained my second pay a few days ago.

-Again, How much these things are worth? I asked excitedly.

I was inside a room with a Japanese style counting my money, meanwhile, Molly was drinking tea on her bed.

-A coin of silver is worth 10 of gold, and one of gold is worth 20 of copper, the bars of platinum are worth 100 coins of gold and 500 of copper each.

-Ahahahaha! Don´t they pay too well for this?

-You have special treatment from the king, that is why you have the same salary as us.

-Well, you´re right about that.

The question was unnecessary at this point since the first day of payment I had already memorized the value of the coins, but I liked to be reminded of how good the pay was, and I needed something to distract me from the sweat white-clothed Molly before me.

It had become a custom to find us in the library every 2 or 3 days, Molly helped me to understand this world and I told her things about mine. It was an interesting cultural exchange, apart from the benefit of being on good terms with the head maid I could learn directly from her.

But right now I found myself in the room of Molly, inside a replication of the Himeji castle. Even the land was as great as the pictures from the earth.

-Ice breeze.

I felt how my mana drained into the magic circle of my palm, a sly breeze of ice came out and froze the bucket with water in front of me.

-You have been training your ice affinity well, your amount of mana still seems minimal, but you can improve it with time. Said Molly giving me her empty cup of tea.

I put the cup in a nearby drawer and changed the wet cloth of her forehead.

-How long do you think it´ll take me to use attack magic?

-If you dedicate all your time to increase your magic, I would say 10 or 15 years.

-That long?!

-You could become an adventurer and find objects in the dungeons that shorten that time but be careful to not die~.

-... Could you stop talking about my death so slightly with that smug grin of yours?

-Haha.

The amount of mana I had was as big as a puddle of water, the maximum thing I could do was release a sly breeze of cold or cool down the drinks a little with my hands.

According to Molly, I had some talent for this, since the strength of the spell was heavily arranged to the mental image you had of it.

It was pretty easy to imagine what the spells did since the names described pretty much everything.

For more than I wanted to cast attack spells, just tiny pieces of ice would go out.

It was disappointing how weak I was in this world, especially for all the things I discovered in this short time.

Please, someone, get me out of this world of swords and magic.

In the first place, there was that creepy tree and my necessity to dig a hole under its ugly trunk.

I earned Molly´s permission to visit the garden during the breaks or my free days. I even made a couple of picnics with her and Lea. We became noticeably close in these months, it was reasonable, considering that we spend the majority of our days together, but they kept hiding their most important secrets. Fact that wasn´t a big problem since they became obvious once you spent the same time I did with them.

During one of my breaks, I carried a shovel and finally dig that damned hole. What I found by doing it, was an unusually large bag of cloth, it was white, but the stains of dried blood turn it into a rusty copper. The smell of rotten meat was almost unbearable, for a moment I thought that it could be the corpse of a pet from the servants or the royal family.

I had discovered that one of the battalions that Fardan commanded consisted of griffon riders, so it was also possible that after an accident where the mount had died, someone would try to hide it by burying the corpse in the garden.

But what I found was, by many levels, more unpleasant than a magic beast.

When I looked inside the bag, the worm-eaten face of a woman with animal ears assaulted my sight, her head was separated from her torso, her limbs, cut and pilled up one over another in unnatural angles, her gray skin, that emanated the smell of the deads, and her expression of total desperation and suffering was something I will never forget for as long as I live.

Not even in Mexico, I found corpses like that.

After vomiting a couple of times in the bushes around and calmed my agitated heart, a black thread of light got out of the corpse and landed on my chest, a cold sensation wrapped me for seconds before being stroke with new strength and senses that I didn´t have before.

I put the bag back where I found it and covered the hole with dirt just to then quickly walk away.

That was without a doubt a problem that I would wish to never encounter. But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Now, when I visit the garden from time to time, the woman of the bag is waiting for me, at least, her ghost.

First, that weird sensation, and now I see ghosts, Why do I still in this fucked up world?

Since I pulled out that bag, the spirit of the woman waits for me under the tree, with the same eaten face, but her limbs attached to her body with noticeable scars and dressed in her uniform of maid.

Every time I get near her she says the same: "Kill the prince".

Fuck, now I have to find a way to blame the prince for murder.... Wait... Why do I trust what a ghost says?!

My mind was a complete mess, for some reason, I wanted to help that ghost, and thanks to an unknown calm, I didn´t shit my pants when I saw her the first time. I even felt sad and sorrowful to see her waiting for me under the sinister white tree.

-Haaah* I guess everything's fault is of my strange blessing. I said exasperatedly to the air.

-What blessing? Asked Molly.

Remembering that I was still with another person besides me, I searched for a quick excuse.

I had used to take books from the royal library to pass the time and learn more about this world, today wasn´t an exception, but today´s choice was not the same as always.

-...The blessing of finding this book "Flirting techniques by Don Romero"

-... Are you honestly reading something like that?

-... Who knows, it could work someday.

-... Do you even need it? As far as I know, you already have the interest of some people.

-...

-Your silence says more than a thousand words.

-... Shut up.

You say that but I think you´re being too relaxed with me, Don't you think?

Ultimately Molly had become too comfy with me, there were times where she asked me to massage her shoulders or ordered me to prepare tea and a place to rest after work, even though she never accepted my invitation to dates, undoubtedly you could say that I became more her butler than the royal family.

Oh well, at least is being more open, wished she acted like that in front of the others.

Another problem was Molly and her destructive desire to work, just like I did, she maintains a character every time she is with her work colleagues. When I ask the other maids about their thoughts on Molly they answer things like: "She is a hard worker" "She can do anything" "You won´t meet someone more perfect" They always gave me a superficial description without defects.

Molly didn´t help, since every time she heard that kind of commentaries, she tried harder, so much, to faint and get sick from overwork.

What brings us here today.

-How are you feeling?

-I am fine, the medics overreact quite a lot.

-Fainting from overwork isn´t something to take lightly.

-Ugh...By the way, What are you doing in my room?

-The maids asked me to take care of you, they even lead me here and gave me a -spare copy of your room.

-... Those idiots... Whatever at least I can keep watching you like this

Yhea, we are always together by work, so I supposed something like this could happen.

-You say that, but as I said before, I´m not planning anything bad, I´ll simply live here until I can return to my world, I already lost count of how many times I repeated that.

-What you say and what you do sometimes don´t match.

-What do you mean?

-The first days most people treated you with a certain indifference, now you even receive petitions from the other maids, How you did that in less than 2 months?

-It´s not like I don´t have a bit of charisma in myself you know, I acted like a thug with you that night because you may well have killed me, I just do what I think is necessary, now that everything is quiet and I´m in good terms with almost everybody, there´s no need to get along badly with the colleagues, Don´t you think?

-... I am sure that you have more motives than just "get along", but as long as you don´t cause trouble I guess it is fine.

-As always, a good liar knows well another.

-... I am not a liar.

-Maybe not, you´re just an idiot who faints from overworking.

Puff*

-Ay.

Molly had thrown me a pillow to the face.

-Pff, whatever... By the way, Where is Lea?

-She took the day off, she is probably wandering around the streets like always.

-Do you have any idea where I could find her?

-... Why do you want to know?

-I need to talk to her about something.

Molly took a look at the book I had in my hands before answering.

-Then, It is Lea who interests you?

-I do have an interest in her, but that is not what you´re thinking, I want to know why the personnel marginalizes her so much.

-... I see, so is about that... What are you going to do once you know it?

-You´re taking for a fact that she´ll tell me? That is new.

-We have been together all this time, I can know how stubborn you can get when you want to know something.

-Heh, I guess so... The truth is that I´m not sure if I consider the reason is good enough I may not move a finger, and if I don´t like it, then maybe I´ll do something... I´ll just know it once she tells me.

....

There was a long silence among us. Molly had a melancholic gaze mixed with slight traces of sadness.

-The cemetery... Maybe you will find her there.

-The one south of your clan's land?

-... How did you...Haaah* Yes, that one.

Molly gave up in the middle of the question and simply accepted reality with a sigh.

-Good, I´ll see you later... And I knew it for the accessories, all the maids have an accessory referring to a cheery blossom, the same at the entrance of the land, ah, and about the clan, I only said that as a guess, I supposed that was the correct term for the actual organizations, considering how everything still has a medieval touch.

-... Don´t cause any problem while I can´t see you.

I gave her an exaggerated bow.

-I won´t, my lady.

Splat*

-Ow.

Now I had earned a hit from the wet cloth for part of Molly before getting out of her room.