A young man with short black hair, dressed like a butler and with many tasks to complete, was Damian's new identity. He arrived at Miller's personal courtyard where one of the guards protecting the entrance asked him, "Where were you, Jaden?"
"I-I was watching the guards' training," Damian replied.
"Hmph. You will never be a warrior. Go clean the rooms," the guard said, letting Damian in.
They disliked Damian for some reason that he did not ask about. Damian entered and did not look back.
The familiar pool appeared before his eyes. He walked around looking for a room that the servants often used — he learned about it by scanning Jaden's memories.
"Jaden, you are finally here! What were you doing?" a gorgeous lady with red hair asked.
"Watching the guards' training."
"Like always… Anyway, these are the tasks you have for the day. Understood?" she said, giving him a note with some things written on it.
The note contained all the rooms Damian had to clean that day, and one of them was quite important! Damian wanted to go clean Miller's room to learn more about its layout, but it was not his room!
'It's Miller's daughter's room. Not the one I was looking for, but decent enough,' Damian thought.
However, there were many other rooms Damian had to clean before going to that one, so he went to work! Most of the rooms inside that area were nasty and it seemed like the people living in them did that on purpose for people like Damian to suffer while cleaning.
Damian even cleaned the room where he stole the key and the guard already knew about it! It created a commotion inside the castle and everyone was scared that Damian would still be hiding inside!
"Calm down, people. My guards are looking everywhere for him! If he is inside the castle, we will find him," Miller said to everyone in the castle.
While all of this was happening, Damian was more concerned with cleaning all the rooms in time to avoid punishment. He went from one room to another, doing his best to clean everything up and make the rooms look brand new.
He cleaned a total of nine rooms before entering the one that mattered the most: Miller's daughter's room. The sun was almost setting, and when Damian saw the size of the room, he sighed.
'I will be staying here until night… I am so hungry!' he thought.
The life of a servant was not easy, at least not for Damian. He started cleaning her bedroom, folding the blankets and taking the dust out of everything.
When he finished that, he sat around the fireplace to rest before continuing. At that moment, Miller's daughter entered the room!
She had pale skin that almost looked like a vampire's, long black hair that touched her butt, and a cute face and eyes.
"Oh, hello," she said, surprised to see someone there.
"Hello. I'm the one cleaning your place today. If you want me to leave…"
"No, you can stay. I will go take a shower," she replied.
She walked towards the bathroom, but before she closed the door, she turned to Damian and said, "By the way, my name is Lila. What's yours?"
"Jaden," Damian lied.
"Nice to meet you, Jaden. I'll be back soon," she said, smiling.
Damian watched her disappear into the bathroom and felt a strange sensation in his chest. He had never seen such a beautiful girl before, and he wondered why she was so friendly to him.
He shook his head and tried to focus on his task. He got up and started cleaning the rest of the room, which was full of books, paintings, and other objects that showed Lila's refined taste.
He found a sword hanging on the wall, which looked like an antique. He reached for it, curious about its origin.
As soon as he touched it, he felt a surge of energy run through his body. He gasped and dropped the sword, which clattered on the floor.
He heard the shower stop and panicked. He quickly picked up the sword and hung it back on the wall, hoping that Lila wouldn't notice.
He heard the bathroom door open and saw Lila come out, wrapped in a towel. She had water droplets on her skin and her hair was wet.
She looked at Damian and smiled. "Did you finish cleaning?"
"Y-yes," Damian stammered.
"Good. Then you can join me for dinner," she said.
"D-dinner?" Damian repeated.
"Yes. I'm hungry and I don't like eating alone. Come on, let's go to the kitchen," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room.
Damian followed her, feeling confused and nervous. He wondered what she was up to and what would happen if Miller found out.
He also wondered what was the deal with that sword and why it affected him so much.
He had a feeling that his night was about to get more interesting.
Lila led Damian to the kitchen, where she asked one of the cooks to prepare some food for them. She then took Damian to a small dining room, where they sat across from each other.
Damian felt awkward and out of place. He wondered why Lila was treating him like a guest and not a servant. He also wondered what she wanted from him.
He looked at her and saw that she was staring at him with curiosity and amusement. She had a playful smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes.
She leaned forward and said, "So, Jaden, tell me about yourself. Where are you from? How long have you been working here? What do you like to do?"
Damian hesitated. He didn't want to lie to her, but he also didn't want to reveal his true identity. He decided to tell her some half-truths and vague answers.
"I'm from a small village in the south. I've been working here for a few months. I like to watch the guards' training and learn new things," he said.
Lila nodded. "I see. You must be very brave to come here and work for my father. He's not an easy man to please."
Damian nodded. He knew that very well. He had seen how Miller treated his servants and his enemies. He was cruel and ruthless, and he had no mercy for anyone who crossed him.
Lila continued, "You know, I don't like living here either. I feel trapped and bored. I wish I could see the world and have some adventures."
Damian felt a pang of sympathy for her. He realized that she was lonely and unhappy, just like he was before he met his friends.
He said, "Maybe someday you will get your chance."
Lila smiled. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll make my own chance."
She reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. Damian felt a warm sensation in his palm and a flutter in his stomach.
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