"What a beautiful sight."
Arthur murmured as he turned away from the window.
Unfortunately, the view did little to calm him. It only reminded him of the future of this world.
"A sight so beautiful that it reminds me of the world's faith."
He sighed.
The trend that had emerged was called the "Absolute destruction" trend, much similar to the extra trend.
It was different in the sense that it only had two or one true endings. There were multiple endings, but only one would be the good one.
Most fantasy games adopted this.
The game he had been playing, the one that had made him popular: Impact Of Gods, had allegedly adopted.
"Allegedly".
Though many people played the game, none could find the true, happy ending.
This was also one of the reasons its popularity soared—aside from it's breathtaking graphics, compelling story-line and world-building of course.
A knock echoed once, breaking Arthur out of his thoughts.
Then, without waiting for an answer, the person on the other side opened the door.
"Lucien, how are you doing on this fine day?"
Art replied without looking at his direction.
In this small but modest place, there were only three people.
Arthur, the doctor who had increased his potential, and his personal servant who was also the same age as him: Lucien.
Since this was the building where the doctor did his work, only the two of them were allowed to enter. The man took no other patients while he had him.
"Not so chipper, sir."
The young man replied.
"Chipper?"
He turned to look at him.
Lucien stood by the door in a dark vest over a pressed white shirt with his blonde hair combed neatly.
He was also carrying something.
'A white cloth.'
Art raised his gaze to Lucien's, then back at the folded white cloth.
He laughed.
"Ha.... that was a good one, you really thought I was dead."
The surgery had a high chance of killing him.
But, he survived.
A reality that certainly irked Lucien.
"Those were washed last night. You shouldn't roll in the bed like that."
Art shrugged it off.
"Go bring me a new set of clothes, I obviously can't wear something meant to cover my dead body."
Without another word, Lucien went back through the door.
Arthur was aware of the fact that Lucien didn't particularly like him.
The boy never bothered to show his disdain for Art, despite the fact that he was a totally okay guy.
He wasn't snotty, insufferable or any other characteristics most young nobles had. Lucien, however, didn't care.
Whether it was from his experience with the other members of his family he worked under or if he was just a hater in the guise of a servant bound to him by a blood oath, he did not know.
'I'll have to get on his good side somehow.'
Lucien was the main character. And unfortunately, he wasn't a protagonist with a hero complex or "a goody too shoes".
'I have my work cut out for me.'
As the protagonist, he had a cheat. A demon all the way back from ancient times inside of him.
'I'll be fucked if I can't.'
Shortly after, Lucien returned with a set of clothes for him.
"Here, young master."
Lucien said as he handed the clothes to him.
Arthur took with a nod.
"Lucien, never call me young master again."
"Why is that, young master?"
The boy asked, his tone flat.
"I prefer it when the maids call me that, when a guy does.... It just sounds wrong."
Lucien stared at him with a deadpan expression.
"Understood."
'This guy.'
Arthur thought.
'He doesn't even bother trying to hide his disdain from me.'
Another thought popped up.
"By the way, where is the quack?"
Art asked.
The doctor that had increased his potential.
Where the fuck was he?!
"Last I saw him, he said he was going to buy milk."
Lucien replied.
"Milk?"
Arthur wasn't sure if he was hearing well.
"Yes."
"And you allowed him?"
Arthur's exasperation slipped through.
"Young master, I'm neither a doctor nor have I studied medicine."
"Screw you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Arthur stared at him weirdly before sighing, plopping onto the bed.
"You know he ran away with my blood, yet you still let him through."
He sighed.
He was royalty. If you knew the right places, the blood of a descendant of the Central Monarch would cost a lot.
"I wouldn't worry about that much if I were you?"
Lucien said.
"And why is that?"
Art asked.
"I doubt that the blood of trash is worth much."
The servant allowed a small smirk to slip through.
In Lucien's eyes, everything Arthur was accused of was true. He had only been appointed to serve under him at Arthur's leave.
He had no prior knowledge.
And being the blunt person he was, he didn't bother hiding his disgust most of the time.
"Royalty is still royalty, my blood is worth more than yours and that of most of the populace."
As much as Lucien's words stung, Art knew that if he allowed himself to show it he would only give Lucien satisfaction.
So he chose a counter.
A weak counter, the best he could think of at the moment, but nonetheless an effective one.
Lucien's smile twitched, fading as soon as it appeared.
'It's not really going as well as I hoped.'
'But still, it's going better than our previous interactions.'
"Young master."
Lucien called out, drawing Arthur from his train of thought.
"What? Also, I said you should call me young master."
"This is important."
"Yes?"
"Who are you?"
"What do you—"
"You are not Arthur Kurobane."
In that moment, Art's eyes widened as Lucien lunged at him.