By Zephyria 
“Wha—what?”
Eina let out an exclamation, sounding bewildered. In that instant, Bliss’s face flashed through Cassian’s mind, and he immediately turned pale.
“Cassian, stop right there! Cassian!”
Eina shouted from behind, but he was already sprinting. Had something happened to that brat? He knew he shouldn’t have left him alone. He could have just told Eina he’d talk to her later. What if there had been an accident…
Just as the nightmare of Bliss’s face—swollen and sobbing after eating a poisonous mushroom—sprang to mind.
…What on earth is this?
Cassian came to a halt, completely bewildered. The scene unfolding before his eyes was the exact opposite of what he had imagined.
How dare this bastard not know his place…!
Bliss scanned his surroundings with fierce eyes. He had to find something, something suitable. He couldn’t let this slide. He had to give them a proper lesson—something so severe that this bastard would never even dare to dream of it again.
Hic.
The alcohol continued to rise in him, but his rage did not fade. Cassian was his. Punishing that guy was his job. He wouldn’t tolerate anyone daring to eye him!
And in that moment, a violinist entered Bliss’s sight. She was holding exactly what he was looking for. Something long. A stick. Anything that could be swung…!
That’s it.
Bliss didn’t hesitate any longer and threw himself forward. Faster than ever, in a straight line, toward his target.
“Huh?”
By the time the startled violinist let out a reflexive gasp, Bliss had already snatched the violin and charged. The performer sitting next to her, playing the oboe, also widened his eyes at the sight of her empty hands. Turning his head, he saw a platinum-blonde boy running toward them, holding a violin in one hand and an oboe in the other.
“Eh?”
The man, who had been laughing and chatting away, instinctively turned his head. It seemed his instincts had signaled danger, but it was already too late. Bliss, having leaped through the air, smashed the violin right over his head.
“Gah!”
“Aaaagh!”
Not only the victim but the men beside him screamed in shock. With an ominous crack, the violin snapped in half, and the man, hit by the sudden attack, collapsed while clutching his head with both hands, screaming.
But it didn’t end there. Bliss tossed aside the broken violin and began swinging the oboe.
“You sons of bitches, die, die! How dare you!”
“Ah, aaaah!”
“Fuck, what is this!”
“He’s crazy, he’s gone insane!”
The men, who until now had been laughing and chatting with arrogant ease, turned pale and scrambled away, hunching their shoulders. However, Bliss’s oboe beat down every single one of them without exception.
“Gah!”
“It hurts! I said it hurts!”
Unfortunately, the oboe didn’t last long either. Bliss tossed the now-bent instrument aside and looked around. Then, something perfect caught his eye.
“Let me borrow this!”
Bliss snatched the cane from a white-haired elderly man, who had been watching the chaos in bewilderment, and chased after the men. Whack, whack. The sturdy cane had a satisfying impact. Yes, this was it. Bliss began beating them mercilessly, feeling exhilarated.
“How dare you! How dare you!”
Bliss shouted as he rampaged through the area.
“Cassian is mine! Who do you think you’re eyeing! Die, all of you!”
“Aaaah, help me!”
In an instant, the party turned into a complete shambles. No one could stop him; they simply scrambled in panic. In the midst of it all, only Bliss flew hither and thither, striking his targets with precision. Just as he was wildly battering the screaming, burly men with a broken oboe in one hand and the cane in the other…
“Bliss!”
At the sudden sound of his name, Bliss’s hand paused just as he was about to grab a man by the scruff of his neck and bring the cane down. He turned around to see Cassian staring at him with a deathly pale face.
Here he is, my enemy.
Thwack. After finishing off the guy he was holding, Bliss turned away, leaving the man curled up and groaning in pain. Perfect timing. The one who truly deserved to be hit with this cane was that guy.
“Hyaaah!”
With eyes blazing, Bliss charged toward Cassian. Just like the time he had charged when he heard someone insulting his family as a child.
Then.
Gasp.
The memory of Cassian suddenly tossing him into the air flashed back, and simultaneously, he slammed on the brakes without realizing it. But that was a huge mistake. His foot slipped on the marble floor, and his body jerked violently backward.
“Bliss!”
Cassian shouted and ran toward him. But it was too late. With a dull thud, Bliss passed out cold.
“Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm.”
Penelope hummed a tune as she looked up at the clock on the wall. She had lost track of how many times she’d checked. The night was already deep, and the party would be in full swing. By now, the Count must be completely captivated by Bliss’s charm, right?
“Haa.”
Imagining the two of them gazing intensely at each other, an excited sigh escaped her lips. How radiant must they have been at the party? There could be no one as cool as the Count or as lovely as Bliss, so they would surely be the ultimate couple. Everyone must have been completely enchanted by Bliss’s beauty, right? Seeing that, the Count would have surely become anxious. It would have been the catalyst for him to realize his feelings.
Maybe he already confessed?
‘Bliss, I cannot tolerate other men looking at you with those eyes.’
Imagining Cassian’s face filled with rage, Penelope suddenly realized a plot hole.
The Count thinks he’s Blair.
Taking a breath again, Penelope distorted her face and squeezed out a deep, gruff voice to deliver the line.
“Blair, I cannot tolerate other men looking at you with those eyes.”
Quickly moving to the opposite side, Penelope mimicked a fragile voice and whispered.
“Count, I only have youuu.”
“Blair!”
“Count!”
“Hug!”
Just as she was waving her arms in the air as if embracing someone while shouting the onomatopoeia aloud, her phone alarm suddenly went off. Penelope checked it hurriedly, and her mouth fell open. It was a notification that the car carrying the Count had just passed through the iron gates of the old castle.
“He’s here, he’s finally here.”
Excited, Penelope practically flew out of the castle with a lighter step than ever. The car would soon cross the garden and approach. Perhaps something scandalous was happening inside the car right now. My ‘Count and Servant’ is finally heading toward the climax…!
“Oh my, welcome back. Count, Bli—Blair!”
Penelope, who had been pacing in front of the mansion in eager anticipation, beamed and opened the rear door. Hehe, the two of them, who were probably sharing a passionate kiss, will be startled by the clueless butler and quickly pull apart…
“Eh?”
Penelope let out a strange exclamation without realizing it. The sight of the two people in the car was completely different from her imagination.
In contrast to Cassian, who was sitting as close to the door as possible with a grave expression, Bliss was completely slumped over, snoring in his sleep. As Bliss, who was leaning against the far door, let out a little moan and tried to stir, a horrified Cassian immediately reached out and pressed him back down. After struggling for a moment, he fell back into a deep sleep—far away from Cassian.
“Oh my, Count…”
She wanted to ask what on earth had happened, but there was no time. In front of the bewildered Penelope, Cassian quickly stepped out of the car and straightened his back.
“Oh my, Count. Count?”
Startled by his retreating back, Penelope called out to him urgently.
“Count, how can you go alone! Are you sleeping separately today? Without Bli—Blair?”
At those words, Cassian paused. An awkward silence followed. After remaining motionless for a few seconds as if in deep conflict, he let out a pained, boiling sigh. After muttering something softly, Cassian turned around and strode back toward the other side of the car, then hesitated before opening Bliss’s door.
“This brat… he doesn’t have anything in his hands, right?”
Penelope tilted her head at the question asked with a distorted expression, then peered inside.
“Nothing, there’s nothing.”
Once Penelope confirmed it, Cassian finally opened the car door. Catching Bliss’s tilting body immediately, he quickly scanned the surroundings. Only after verifying for himself did Cassian lift Bliss into his arms.
“Uuung.”
Just then, Bliss mumbled softly and rubbed his face against Cassian’s chest, causing the man to freeze like ice for a moment. Only after taking a deep breath and confirming that Bliss had fallen back asleep did he finally begin to walk.
Just as I expected.
Watching the back of her master walking away with a pale complexion and a deep frown, Penelope covered her mouth with one hand, barely suppressing the laughter leaking out.
The Count came back completely on edge!