Extra 41: Manga SS – Right after (1/2)
Extra 41: Manga SS – Right after
TLN: Hey guys, Reigokai here.
I have a pretty big announcement to make on the next release that will most likely warrant an individual post. Just wanted to put that out with time.
Look forward to it.
The hurried state of the personnel could be seen here and there.
It is the private residence of Patrick Rembrandt.
Even the experienced maids were running around without caring about who saw them.
It wasn’t hard to imagine that sudden accidents would happen when in such state.
“…Morris.”
The ruckus of the personnel still hadn’t reached the room of the head and his family.
Without reprimanding the situation of his house, the head of that house simply muttered lowly —the name of his long time partner.
Even when they are in a position of master and butler, they are also friends.
He whispered the name of the person that, in a sense, knows more about him than his own wife.
“Yes?” (Morris)
“A miracle like this…can happen even to people like me, huh.”
Rembrandt has called himself with ‘watakushi’ for a long time, but he just now used ‘ore’ instead and increased the strength in the hand that was gripping his bandaged and wounded arm.
It was clear for anyone to see that he had some kind of conflict within him.
“…True. If that man hadn’t been at this place today and hadn’t helped us, the thing that would be filling this house wouldn’t be hope…..it would instead be filled with inexplicable despair. I would say this is plenty enough to call a miracle. But we donated quite a lot to the church, and we also spread a lot of money to charity; if we were talking about a ‘next in line for a miracle’, I think there’s no need for master to self-derite yourself by saying ‘people like me’.” (Morris)
“Haha, donations, huh. It is true that we did give them quite a lot. In the end, we didn’t do anything when they asked for our help though.” (Rembrandt)
“…The Goddess-sama is almighty after all.” (Morris)
The tone of Morris was quite cynical and was changing frequently depending on the intentions of his master.
“‘That’s why’ she doesn’t do anything, huh. It is true that it would be best for the world if a God doesn’t do anything. Ah, but a miracle did happen. I…didn’t have to lose them…” (Rembrandt)
“Yes, truly a blessing.” (Morris)
Looking at the eyes of Rembrandt who had raised his head, Morris noticed the state of his master and gave words of celebration with a gentle tone.
But well, for Morris, who doesn’t have a child or a family, the Rembrandt household is his family, and his friend Patrick trusts Morris more than his own daughters and wife.
The despair and anger that swirled in Morris was immeasurable when he learned that, in this time’s disaster, the skills he polished and everything he has trained for were of no use.
“Yeah. Thanks. I am truly thankful.” (Rembrandt)
“…”
Patrick looks back at the battle that he thought had no exit, and wrings out his gratitude again.
Morris didn’t celebrate it twice and simply nodded lightly.
With just that, it got through and they understood each other.
The calamity that attacked the Rembrandt household has left.
A storm-like miracle had blown it all away.
That’s why, what is waiting for them from now on will be the path of healing that they were about to give up on ever happening.
For them, it was very literally a bright and dazzling tomorrow.
Morris was receiving with heartfelt joy the drive of wanting to move his body and do something right this instant and decided to obey that feeling.
In this time where all the personnel was working busily, without any breaks, they were doing that with a smile.
He was also one of the people that wanted to move like that.
“Well then, master, I have a lot of things I must do. Yeah, there’s a mountain of things I have to prepare. I will be taking my leave now.” (Morris)
Just when Morris had turned around and was about to begin work, Patrick, who had been nodding lightly several times, suddenly spoke to the back of his friend.
“Morris, about that certain matter…” (Rembrandt)
It was a different tone from the one he had been using until now, or more like, it is the tone he usually uses.
They were words coming, not from a single man happy about the miracle brought upon his daughters and wife, but the representative of a big company.
“Yes. There’s already no problems. We can move anytime and put an end to it.” (Morris)
“No, that’s not what I meant.” (Rembrandt)
“?”
“Stop that order.” (Rembrandt)
“…What?” (Morris)
The unexpected words of his master had made Morris turn back with unusual words clad with anger.
“The assassination of Lime Latte is suspended.” (Rembrandt)
“That guy…is the man that continuously interfered with the Ruby Eye’s eye request. He is a noxious being that, not only tried to bring death to Lisa-sama, Sif-sama, and Yuno-sama, but also bring harm towards this house—” (Morris)
“This was brought by a mistake from when I was young. Lime doesn’t know everything. He is just an idiot.” (Rembrandt)
“Even if that’s the case, there’s still the need for retribution. It is not settled yet, but there seems to be a possible substitute for him. In the first place, wasn’t the elimination of Lime something that Patri—Master had ordered?” (Morris)
“Yeah, that’s why I am the one stopping it. It should be possible to retract requests in that association. Of course, I won’t ask for a reimburse of the advance payment, and I will also accept the payment for the expenses. No problem.” (Rembrandt)
“In this matter alone, I simply can’t acknowledge—-” (Morris)
“I already decided on it, Morris.” (Rembrandt)