Edric
“Master…”
I looked over to the doorway that I was too distracted to hear open.
“Diana is not feeling very well.”
I don’t know why, but her health mattered, at least, enough to get me on my feet and following Muzan to her room.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt by her statement about me being a monster and whatnot, but at the same time, if she needed my help, I still had to give it to her.
I liked being feared. Not necessarily hated.
So, I was by her bed, checking her temperature, and trying to figure out what could have possibly happened.
“Well, if you screamed as much as she did, you’d come down with a headache, no?” I chuckled dryly, observing the sweat that had pooled around her forehead.
That was a clear indication of headaches.
Muzan gave me a disproving look.
