VIO Ch 9 – The Reason He Couldn’t Go Outside (VI)

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Translator: mii

Editors: sleepchaser, Fire

It rained the next morning.
Through his window, Vio gazed at the storm raging outside.
Worried that rain might damage the flowers in the garden.
After all, Ed had specially planted those for him.

Has Sir Legion left the mansion yet? I feel bad for making him leave in this weather…

But Vio couldn’t put up with him no matter what.
He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, having a panic attack due to his phobia of going outside.
In his mind zipped images of people laughing at him behind his back.
Over and over.
Of people mocking him for being scared of past events.

He couldn’t take it.

As Vio looked at the garden, a sigh escaping his lips, he caught sight of a figure in the garden.
Believing it to be Ed, he wondered what the gardener was doing without a rain cloak.
Yet after scrutinizing the figure, Vio realized who it was.
In an instant, he fled from the room, panic filling his heart.
The moment he opened the door, Vio ran into Rille.

“Master, you’re awake? How are you feeling—”

“Rille, what is he doing in the garden?”

“Garden? What are you talking about?” Rille asked, tilting her head in confusion.

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“It seems he’s self-reflecting,” Jill said, suddenly appearing from the other side of Vio. 

“Self-reflection?” Vio cut a puzzled figure, unable to understand the knight’s actions.
“Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Of course I tried to, but he didn’t listen to me at all.
I gave up.”

“Even someone like Jill gave up on trying to stop him? That’s…” Astonishment painted Vio’s face.
Jill’s good points were his strong tenacity and patience.
For him to give up was close to impossible.

Feeling a mild headache coming in, Vio massaged his forehead.
Things would be easier if Legion had grown disappointed at Vio’s sorry figure.
If he had left.
Why did that man have to make a show of self-reflecting?

“Such an extremely troublesome person…”

Unfortunately, Vio couldn’t leave him alone.
He wasn’t that ruthless.
He turned to the servants and asked, fatigued, “Where are the bath towels?”

“I’ll bring it!” said Rille, making her way downstairs in a flash.
Vio chased after her, descending the stairs to the entrance hall in his sleepwear.
Jill also trailed after him.

“Jill, are you that fond of that guy?”

“Dear me.
What are you talking about, Young Master?”

“You said you gave up and left him alone without driving him out.
But you can’t lie to me.” Vio stopped halfway down the stairs.
Turned his head, gaze falling upon Jill. 

Jill’s grey eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Then I’ll speak honestly.”

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“Please.”

“It isn’t just because Her Grace employed him.
I also believed that he would become Young Master’s shield and sword.
Once a faithful dog decides on its master, it won’t betray them, even in the face of death.”

Such words rendered Vio speechless.
“Oh? So he looks like a dog to Jill too?”

How surprising that it wasn’t only him. 

Jill coughed.
“Young Master.
This might be presumptuous of me, but may I tell you my opinion?”

“Sure.
Say it.”

“From what I can see, there are three types of military men.
The first type only focuses on polishing their abilities and concentrates on winning above anything else.
The second type aims for a successful career and high status, desiring to have subordinates that obey them.
Whereas, the third type finds great delight in being useful to their master.
Clearly, Sir Legion falls into the third category.
Considering how many knights in Nada town fall into the first and second categories, it’ll be a shame to let him go.
The knights of the other two categories will only hinder you if you don’t utilize them well.”

Vio nodded.
He could neither participate in war nor visit the castle to socialize with the nobility.
As such, he wouldn’t be able to utilize the knights that fell into the first and second categories to the best of their potential.
Not to mention, those knights wouldn’t be willing to serve him in the first place.

“That’s an interesting perspective,” said Vio.

“This servant is humbly delighted by the praise.”

After Vio reached the end of the stairs, Rille offered him a bath towel.
He received it, sighing as he walked through the hallway.
Legion knelt on one knee in the corner of the garden, in the midst of his “self-reflection.” Looking at the knight’s posture, Vio sighed again.
He opened the window and called out, “Sir Legion.
Come here.”

“No.
I haven’t reflected enough…” Legion muttered.

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Angered, Vio said in a stricter tone, “That’s enough, Legion Salt! Come here!”

“Yes!” Legion immediately made to stand, staggering, perhaps because he had held the same position for a long time.
Even so, as soon as he was able, he dashed toward Vio like a faithful dog.

Vio beckoned the dripping-wet Legion to come closer.

Legion lowered his head, despondent.
“Umm, I am very sorry.
I’ll dirty the floors if I come in, so—”

“If you feel sorry, then clean the floor by yourself after you take a bath and change your clothes,” Vio replied in a harsh manner.
Legion obediently entered the mansion at that remark, hopping through the window.
Vio shut it behind him.
Actually, carpet did not cover the stone floor.
It would be fine as long as the knight cleaned it up. 

Vio turned back to Legion.
“What were you thinking, huh? I’ll say this again, but I was the one who wanted to go outside yesterday.
Don’t kick yourself over that.”

“What Lord Violant said is right, but that’s not it…”

Legion hung his head in shame, his expression apologetic.
“I’ve heard about your circumstances from the butler.
Even so, I still want to serve Lord Violant.
But I do not wish to be a burden.
I am very sorry for my selfishness.”

“What…?” Vio had expected that Legion’s reason for self-punishment stemmed from anxiety after witnessing his panic attack.
Never had he imagined there to be another reason.
He blinked, then burst into loud laughter, holding his sides.
“You… You’re reflecting on that even in this rainstorm? I don’t understand you.
What’s with that reason?”

It had been a while since Vio laughed so much.
Legion still stood with his head lowered, yet crimson spread through his cheeks.
Most likely out of embarrassment. 

After laughing for a while, Vio took a deep breath.
Legion hunched his shoulders in preparation for a scolding.

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“Okay.
I lost.
I’ll hire you,” said Vio.

At the sound of those words, Legion looked up, staring at Vio with amber eyes full of wonder.

Vio tilted his head in confusion.
“Oh? I thought you’d be happy.
This is unexpected.”

“I’m sorry.
It is just that I am too happy, so I grew confused.”

Once again, laughter spilled from Vio’s lips.
“What’s with that? You’re a weird guy!”

Vio wished he wouldn’t make him laugh anymore.
He then asked the stunned Legion to crouch, placing the bath towel on his head.
Wiped the knight’s head like one would a dog. 

Just as expected, even Legion flinched.
“Ah, please stop it! I will do it myself!”

Legion pulled at the towel with both hands, staggering and giving off the impression he would fall.
But in the end, he kept his balance.

Vio stared at Legion.
“I will hire you, but there are two conditions.
First, don’t carry a sword in front of me.
Second, gladly do any chores that are asked of you.”

“Of course! I promise that I will give my utmost effort!”

Vio leaned forward for a better look at Legion, and after making sure that his determination was sincere, he released his hand.
Legion straightened his posture, his face red for some reason.
Vio then offered his right hand to him.

“I’ll be counting on you from now on, Legi.”

“Yes! Please take care of me as well, my Lord!” said Legion with a nod, a smile gracing his lips as he grabbed Vio’s outstretched hand.