Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll
Chapter 53: A Harder Reset

Chapter 53: A Harder Reset

"Why was he so angry? What happened?" Thelma sat down at the foot of her bed. Unlike the others who lived in the Maid Quarters, her room was inside the mansion itself. It wasn’t her position that gave her the room; rather, Kaleb simply needed her near for easier access. An ample amount of luxury could be seen around, not for a head maid but something a mistress of a noble would have.

’What could it be about? Something seems off here in the mansion.’ She wondered when her activities the other night suddenly came to mind. "Meatloaf? Isn’t he dead, yet the mansion is quiet despite that." Thelma stood up from the bed, thinking openly.

’Could it be— no it’s impossible.’ She wouldn’t and simply couldn’t accept the fact that she’d failed when she had verified the deed was done and dusted. ’I’ll have to see it myself.’ Standing up, she headed for the door.

Stepping out, footsteps and chattering could be heard as Thelma could see two maids coming up to the fourth floor. "Where to?!" She snapped at them, startled upon hearing her voice, their faces went down recognizing who it was.

"Ma’am, we– we have been assigned to tidy the Master’s bedroom." One of them muttered, aware of the fact that she was being glared at, making her uneasy.

"On who’s orders?" Her voice held no emotion, commanding and intimidating at the same time.

"Rulie’s ma’am, she was told directly by the Master himself." The other said audibly, seemingly unaffected by the figure before her.

"Get—"

"Master insisted it be done before his return." The maid cut in, her head slightly raised with her gaze meeting hers— having a pair of orange eyes and a grin up her face.

Thelma paused to think for a second before speaking. "What’s your name?"

"Alice."

"Al– Alice?" For a brief moment, she was taken aback before regaining her composure as fast as she could. "I see. Come to my room this afternoon." Thelma ordered and with that, she walked towards and passed them— experiencing something she’d not felt in a long time, daggers at her back.

The dining hall was silent to an extent with all eyes on Zlatan, as he stared down at the only tray full of meat and also before him again.

’My head hurts so much.’ He could feel a pulsating pain in his head, worsening with each second. ’How many times have I gotten hit— 3? 5? 10?’ One couldn’t tell, even those who currently surrounded him on every side.

It was a simple offer he continuously rejected — eat the meat. However, to Zlatan, it was a dream, though currently he was on the brink of accepting this impossibility. Food was something he hadn’t eaten in a long time and he couldn’t tell how it tasted. He was glad they hadn’t added drinking water also, or else he’d be dead— something he was supposed to have been already.

’What do I need food for when I have a spiritual constant?’ He was there with his eyes open, yet his consciousness and thoughts weren’t aligning with his current state. ’Food tastes sour and bitter, I’m not tasting it no matter what.’

His eyes narrowed and barely opened, he sat back in the seat, movement being heard. Standing on a chair behind him was Belle with a battered tray like everyone else. Bella had joined not for any reason, except the fact he had also rejected one of her most cherished meals— fruit salad.

Jaisal on the other hand alongside Elena were just two, trying to be innocent cousins who wanted to peacefully enjoy their breakfast— away from their parents in the meantime. Yet, with their pesky cousin who constantly took the trays leaving the food on the table wasn’t helping in any way.

They were nobles and couldn’t pick their food from the bare table— who does that? And so there were two choices for them, help her out for a faster process or sit back. However, though the latter was much easier, Jaisal didn’t want to lose his title of an idol. While Elena wasn’t up for randomly being asked whether she’d be able to steal something for her during outings.

’Which type of family thrashes up another? Why ask when I already know the answer— noble families of course.’

"Eh." Something caught Kezia’s attention. ’Why didn’t I notice it all this while?’ Focused on whatever they thought they were doing, she’d easily forgotten about her ultimate plan. A crooked smile creeping up her face, she approached the item.

Everyone awaited his reply, though his actions were clear, evidence was always needed. Zlatan also had the exact words to say, one which had earned him the headaches. Each knockout was his ticket out of this dream, and despite returning to the so-called dream each time. Zlatan wasn’t convinced just yet, for he believed that it was the math, he needed this one to get out— he needed the tenth hit.

"No." He muttered, his ears twitching as he could hear it, all four trays coming right at him. "Finally."

*BANG!

*SMASH!

*CHUNG!

*SMASH!

*CHUNG!

*BANG!

*THUD!

"Ahh! My hand, he fell on my hand!"

"Eh? When did you get there Kezia?"

’Still silent.’ Thelma was now on the third floor, almost at the East Wing. ’No, I won’t accept it when I was sure he was a goner?’ Her steps increased, walking faster though keeping her posture.

’Where are the guards anyway.’ She thought when suddenly she stopped in her tracks. Two figures emerged from another room, a distance away from the one she was heading to.

"That crazy witch." She continued towards where she was headed, now taking a step at a time.

For afar, a maid held onto the hands of another in a white gown— Clara Elmore, the wedlock wife of Kaleb. She was a beauty, an undeniable truth which added to a knight marrying her despite labelling her kind as witches. Having shoulder-length silky black hair, a pair of blue eyes and smooth skin, Thelma would admit she also envied her.

Nearing the two, she kept her gaze on her, however Clara as they all knew was lost in another world. Her soul was trapped, some said while others blamed it on the fact that she was a Runer[Witch]. No matter what, nothing could be done about her current situation— one reason Thelma suggested a quick painless death than be mad till who knew when.

Passing by the two, she leaned against the wall beside the door not willing to have anyone noticing her enter the room. As, if he was still dead on the bed, it could be said she did it being the first and last person to have gone in this morning. Soon coast was clear, with Thelma turning the knob, and quickly entering and shut the door.

"Gave up the ghost already meatbal—" If there was anything as brain freeze, it had affected her. As she simply couldn’t break down what was before her.

"H– he– he’s go– gone." Thelma barely managed to say only for her eyes to roll back, her legs weakening. The shock overwhelmed her so much, that she fell like a tree.

*THUD!