"What the hell?"
Ethan's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
Standing inside was a man with long blackish hair that fell loosely over his shoulders, jade-white skin, and dark eyes that looked calm yet dangerous. He wore a butler's uniform, but it was worn far too casually. The tie was loose, the collar open, and the sleeves were rolled up, exposing veiny forearms that looked far more suited to a battlefield than a manor hall.
Gulp.
"What is this?" Ethan blurted out.
"Are you seducing someone?"
"Have some decency. Does it look right to speak such vulgar language?"Rathlos scoffed.
Ethan resisted the strong urge to raise his middle finger. He took a deep breath and spoke again.
"That aside, shouldn't you be dressed properly? No, forget that. Why are you dressed like this in the first place?"
Rathlos flicked his hair back slowly, his expression serious.
"Because from today onward, I will take over Sir Oliver's job," he said.
"I will be your clan butler."
Hissss…
