A Daily Delivery

The quadrangled structure of the Mansion was illuminated under the night sky, as the torches both large and small were lit all over. Patrolling around, men in white and gold Monster Cored Armour patrolled the gardens and entrance into the territory of the Elmore Family Mansion. Inside the large building structure, at the main kitchen area, the smell of roasted pork and chicken filled the air. So much, that the guards patrolling around the area, could feel the growing hunger in their stomachs.

Busy turning the meats on the stoves, making sure they were well done as it required perfection. A young woman with dark hair, dressed up in the black and white uniform which maids usually wore. Hummed softly as she worked, being the only one in the large kitchen area.

This was her daily task, having to be done each dawn and dusk for she was the last to sleep each night, also the first to rise among the other maids. Still, it wasn't much of a stressful work to her as the increase in her wages made each minute spent worthwhile. After all, she did get to have a piece or two to keep to herself since the Mansion due to one person, never lacked the supply of meat anyway. As because of that one person, such a daily delivery had to be undertaken.

"Mmm, I hope he loves this one too. He always does and would praise how tasty it was. Going about how great Thelma was at cooking— yeah Thelma." She snickered at her last words, brushing a stray strand of hair to the back of her ear. Her navy blue eyes glittering under the moonlight which settled where she sat on the floor in the large kitchen.

After all, the orders of the Head Maid was to never get caught despite being the one to always make delivery— something she was also supposed to do. However, having already been three years, what could possibly go wrong this time round. As the occassional thoughts slowly flooded her mind, the fact that she had no recognition for her efforts getting to her more than she even knew.

"She couldn't even do something as easy as boiling up water— ugh. Leave it there then you'll later find the utensil empty and litresof water burnt out, I'd have been a much better Head Maid." Grumbling as she got up from the wooden flooring, making her way to get a tray from one of the cardboards. She went on her knees, placing the medium-sized tray to the side and carefully arranging the chops of pork first, followed by the chicken ensuring the largest portions were taken. As leaving about three behind, she reached into the pocket in her apron. Looking left and right, knowing that being seen with it in the mansion was worser than being caught taking up Thelma's tasks instead. She drew out her hand, revealing a ring with an obsidian on it, one only used as Storage Rings. Gently placing it on, as if bonding with her sense of sight. She could now see the contents of the ring, as her's had but a few things all being precious to her of course.

Easily spotting what she needed, she mentally drew it out. As soon, a brown box was in her hands. Having a plain surface with no designs of any sort, yet opening it up, there was nothing but oil stains with an aroma of pork and chicken lingering within. "Another day of keeping our little secrets eh." She mumbled, grabbing the servings and casually dumping them in the box before shutting it close.

Placing it back in its former place, she stood up with the tray in her hands, exiting the kitchen area. Walking on the corridor which had its torches burnt out, a good thing after all. Soon making her way up a flight of stairs, leading from the kitchen on the second floor straight to third where the room she had to make the delivery to was located. It still was a long way to the room as it was located at the West Wing of the Mansion, while the kitchen lay to the east.

However, this was no difficult task to her, for the aroma of what she carried eventually did the trick. Thus, making it to the Main or North Wing of the mansion, she kept her steps soft but the aroma strong by not having covered it up as usual. The guards on patrol not daring to turn back to catch a glance at her. For the moment their noses caught the meat's scent, they immediately turned to face the walls or anywhere else. Since as long they didn't get a view of her, thinking she was Thelma who the master would pluck their eyes out for, she was good to go. Finally reaching the door leading to Zlatan's bedroom, she turned the knob and stepped in. Shutting the door behind her gently, though if it was done otherwise— it wouldn't near the part of waking him up. Glancing around the room, torches could be seen burning inside, hanging on the walls to the left side of the room from the door, though they weren't bright enough to illuminate the entire bedroom, barely reaching the large bedside to the right.

If there was one thing which could bring Zlatan back to life from death, it would be what she held. However, it did take some time and mostly after she'd left since she always did immediately she'd placed the tray on the side table. So as usual, she walked to it and placed it on it, a simple task which earned her almost twice her original wages. As more lazing time for Thelma was more money for her- a win-win situation after all. Exhaling deeply, taking a brief look at the petite but large figure on the king-sized bed he laid atop, sleeping peacefully. But wait, something wasn't right there? Zlatan could sleep like anything except the word peaceful or anything synonymizing with it. Infact, he slept like a hog, snoring louder than one and always sucking on his thumb like a toddler, not being the log he seemed to be now with handsfree.

Staring and almost lost in thoughts, she snapped back to reality upon hearing faint approaching footsteps from afar.

She wasn't a spiritualist, yet even in the absorber power level, there were stages and though negligible— there were some perks to those of the highest stages. For in a matter of seconds she'd found herself opening the door when she also heard two familiar voices. "He hasn't woken up since the fall, I can't get a wink of sleep Mia."

"Nothing could possibly happen, I'll examine him– as far as we know he'd be busy gobbling up his late night snack."

"Better hope so, I wouldn't sleep if he's not okay. What would he do to me if he found out? I'll be—"

"There you go thinking out of the box again, stay with me Vans. Stay with me alright." The sound of the door shutting behind them was heard, having entered into Zlatan's room.

"Phew, that was close." She sighed, her hands on her chest which heaved up and down as she caught her breath.

Turning to lean back on the door as she slid down to take a seat on the floor, a sound she hadn't focused on was finally caught by her senses. It seemed to had been there all this while long, but she hadn't paid an ounce of attention to it. Yet when she did, the realization of where she had entered to hastily, hit her hard.

Mumbling non-stop, rocking up and down with each creak being heard, she looked up only to see a pair of blue eyes staring directly into hers. "So–so– sorry for disturbing you ma– madam"

"Ssshhsss, shush it." A gentle feminine voice commanded softly. "Tell me little dove, what are you doing in my mansion so early in the morning?"