"Ahh~"
A heavy exhale plumed into the air.
His eyes showed signs of exhaustion.
His right hand trembled, but it was only temporary.
Robert Jr. looked at the maid as he tidied the files on the desk.
He had finished his work.
Robert Jr. looked at his wristwatch.
Then, he got down from the chair and stretched his body.
His bones creaked.
"Argggh!"
'Huh, I didn't realize I signed those piled documents in an hour and thirty minutes. My body feels sore.'
"Young Master, congratulations on finishing your work. It's time to eat now. Look, the iced juice drink the Young Master ordered seems to be no longer cold."
The maid clapped her hands, watching Robert Jr. stretching his waist.
"It's fine. The taste is what matters. It's been a long time since I felt this kind of ache; maybe I've had a lot of tasks lately."
Robert Jr. walked toward the long sofa chair.
Then, he opened the food cover.
Inside was a soy-sauce-glazed roasted chicken that looked delicious, and a fragrant smell spread.
'It looks a bit spicy, but it's okay, I like it. I feel so very hungry, I can't resist. Favorite food, here I come!'
Robert Jr. quickly took a napkin and placed it on his collar.
He put on plastic gloves, grabbed every piece of the roasted chicken, then ate it slowly.
The maid, seeing the Young Master's way of eating, was a little surprised, because usually someone like the Young Master eats with elegance.
'The Young Master is quite funny; he eats like an ordinary person, hehe.'
The maid laughed softly, covering her mouth with her right hand after seeing Robert Jr. eating, with black sauce smeared around his mouth.
Robert Jr., who felt watched, paused for a moment while chewing the meat in his jaw.
Holding the roasted chicken thigh, his eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance.
'Damn it, she's laughing at me! Ahh, whatever, eating is what matters.'
Then he continued his bite on the roasted chicken thigh in his right hand.
After a few minutes, the whole roasted chicken was gone, leaving only bones.
He took off the plastic gloves, which were dirty with sauce and spices, placing them on top of the bones.
Then, he removed the napkin from his collar and wiped his mouth and the surrounding area until it was clean.
"Young Master, you seem to really like roasted chicken. I apologize, I didn't mean anything by it."
The maid cleared the remains of the food, then placed them back on the wheeled table behind her.
"This is because of my father; he used to sell roasted chicken."
Robert Jr. picked up the long, beautiful glass cup, then slowly sipped the juice drink, which was barely cold, while glancing at the maid who was cleaning up the leftovers.
"Maid, wait a moment. Can you sit down? I want to give you an important mission."
The maid turned around, her expression showing a question mark.
"Yes, Young Master, is there something you need?"
Then, she obeyed, sitting in the spot where she had been earlier.
"I have a mission for you. Look at this and read it carefully."
Robert Jr. took a piece of paper from inside his jacket and handed it to the maid.
The maid took it, reading and looking at the contents of the paper.
The paper contained an address, location, city, house number, and the reason for the mission.
"Young Master, are you entrusting this to me?"
"Yes, I entrust it to you. Because protecting and observing from afar, I won't be able to know the details. Do you agree with the job I'm giving you?"
The maid stood up, then placed her right hand on her chest, closed her eyes, and bowed respectfully.
"I agree, Young Master. I am ready to do this job. Even though I have just started working in this house, you are giving me great hope. I am very grateful."
Robert Jr. watched intently.
As the maid performed her deep, respectful bow, the fabric of her uniform stretched and parted.
His gaze immediately fixed on the exposed opening.
The beautiful, deep valley of her breasts was suddenly and vividly on display, framed clearly by the edge of her collar and the space beneath her raised right arm.
'Hee~ Not bad.'
"Okay, I leave it to you. I will prepare your daily equipment later. And just in case, I will give you a firearm later. Use it well. And also, don't forget to report to me every four hours and take pictures if necessary."
Robert Jr. stood up and walked to the glass window, reached for his phone in his pants pocket, then gave instructions to S No. II.
The maid stood straight, watching Robert Jr., who seemed to be talking on the phone seriously.
His voice was soft.
The sunlight streaming through the glass window illuminated him.
His slightly long silver-blond hair was tied up, and the tranquil atmosphere made for a beautiful sight.
The maid who stared at him felt admiration beginning to take hold of her.
'I can't believe that this young man, probably still young, is operating a black business so perfectly. Why is my heart beating so fast?'
The maid's face flushed.
Her yellow eyes sparkled, her small cherry mouth slightly open.
Her right hand tightly clutched the fabric over her chest.
'I'm considered older, and they recruited me when I was about to commit suicide, giving me a job in this house. I'm happy the Young Master has hope in me, and in all my life, I haven't felt this happiness in the mafia family that they say is dirty.'
"Okay, I leave it to you, Uncle."
Robert Jr. ended the call, then put his phone back in his pants pocket.
He turned with a smile etched on his face, facing the maid.
Magenta eyes with long, curved eyelashes, thick, pointed blond eyebrows made a unique and handsome combination.
The awestruck maid turned her eyes away, not daring to look at his face.
Her hand pressed against her right chest, slightly flushed.
'No, no. How can I have these feelings? I'm old, and I'm a low-ranking maid.'
Her heart pounded fast as she occasionally glanced at Robert Jr.'s feet.
Robert Jr., who noticed the maid's behavior, smiled slightly while placing his right finger on his chin.
'Oho, I think I succeeded, hehe. She looks cute.'
"Oh yes, I haven't learned your name. Can you tell me? And I've discussed this mission with the person who recruited you; just go meet him later."
The maid nervously bowed excessively, giving a salute.
"Thank you, thank you, Young Master. My name is Park Eunji. I apologize for not introducing myself. I will take my leave now."
The maid quickly grabbed Robert Jr.'s used glass.
Then, she placed it on the wheeled table nervously.
She hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Robert Jr., seeing this, burst out laughing.
He walked and sat back in his chair, wiping away the tears that came out.
"Damn it, what was that all about? She's a woman who's supposedly older, but her behavior is adorable. I don't think I can hate her. My charm seems to have increased, hehe."
Then he leaned back in his chair, placing both hands on the armrests.
He rested his head, looking up while imagining something.
'It turns out life in this world isn't so bad. Well, even though I was born into this world. Mother said that world is better than this one. Oh yes, I forgot my secret training.'
Robert Jr. released both hands.
Then, he slightly bent his body forward.
His right hand was extended, opening his palm.
"Light of darkness, power from the deepest abyss, give me strength!"
The room fell into an absolute stillness.
Then, the corners of the chamber violently flickered black.
Shadows, dense and churning like black ink or billowing smoke, began to stream rapidly toward Robert Jr.'s open palm.
A miniature whirlwind, howling softly, immediately coalesced.
The vortex intensified, roiling with tremendous speed as the thick, dark smoke fiercely wrestled to compress itself into a mass.
There, within the maelstrom, a menacing, perfectly dense sphere of pure darkness began its slow, deliberate rotation.
"It seems I'm a little better than yesterday. Sphere of darkness, Huh!"
"Basically, this power is only for medium-range attacks. I only learned one technique, but its destructive power is terrifying, especially when used at night. This technique requires years to form a perfectly dense sphere. That's because this world is low on mana."
Then he gripped it.
The magic disappeared instantly.
Then, he leaned back again, sighing, closing his eyes.
His right hand was on his stomach, and his left hand was limp on his thigh.
He yawned widely.
"Hoooaammmhhzz!"
'I feel sleepy; I want to rest for a bit.'
Robert Jr. began to close his eyelids.
His vision started to blur, and he fell into a deep sleep, snoring slightly.