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shivering, his
arms wrapped around his chest.
    “I don’t know anymore,” I added, an
unsettling thought in my mind, as I turned around, walking towards
the corridor. “Perhaps, one day, I will tell you of how I came to
be.”
    The boy marched through broken door,
following behind me, as a familiar voice was shouting, coming from
the first floor. I heard footsteps, and what sounded like two
people arguing before Baron Smith and his butler appeared before
us. He bore an angry look on his face—he had changed into his
silver, silk pajamas, a yellow sleeping cap on his head, and his
golden cane in his right hand. Stopping in front of us, breathing
hard, he looked at the boy before turning his gaze towards me.
    “Do you have any idea what you have done?”
he screamed at me, his face inches from my face, as his eyes turned
bloody red. “He will come for all of us now. You have killed his
minion and he never forgives.”
    Grabbing his shoulder, I pulled him towards
me, giving him two mean slaps to both cheeks: “Who is this person
you are talking about? If you don’t answer me, I will do worse
things to you.”
    “Unhand him, you piece of scum,” the butler
hissed, pulling off his white gloves, to reveal his hairy, clawed
hands. “Do it this instance, or I shall have your head.”
    “Goodness, butler, do you cook with those
hands? How many germs and bacteria do those things you call hands
carry?” I asked, in a joking manner, whilst keeping a good grip on
Baron Smith’s collar. “It’s a good thing I ate before I came to
this manor.”
    “You hit my master, insulted my integrity as
a fine, Scotchmen butler, and for that, I will have your head,” he
hissed, removing his black jacket and placing it gently onto the
table stand, next to the stairs leading to the third floor. “I
shall show you no mercy, stranger—prepare for battle.”
    He walked up to a
14 th century knight’s armor, which I had not noticed until now,
and drew the sword that was sheathed from its scabbard. He swung it
in the air, revealing his fine swordsmanship, as he turned around
to face me.
    “This should be fun,” I mumbled, throwing
the blue skinned Baron onto the ground, and took a few steps
forward.
    Skeptical of my true strength, the butler
kept his distance, his sword extended in front of him, as he
watched me with unblinking eyes. There was something about him that
was not natural, something I had sensed the moment I met him. Even
when he was standing at a fighting posture, he barely moved a
muscle, like he was some sort of android. The Baron and the child
moved back, letting us face off against each other without any
further disturbances.
    “Here I come,” I yelled with confidence, a
foolish trait that I developed after I became immortal.
    Raising my leg up, I threw a powerful right
kick, aiming for his chest, but at the last second, he deflected it
with the hilt of the blade. He swerved down, his eyes cold and
deadly, and dealt me a fine blow to the thigh with his sword. I
would have lost my fine leg, had I not relaxed the leg upon feeling
the sharp steel pressed against my flesh. I moved back, blood
oozing out of my leg, the confidence inside me gone. This was no
ordinary house butler—he had excellent fighting instincts; and he
was doing all of that without shifting into his chimera form. Silly
shenanigans were not going to work against such a foe, meaning I
had to become a little serious against him. I reckon, twenty
percent of my true physical power would suffice.
    Once the blood had stopped falling to floor,
I bent my knees, inhaling a large dose of cold air. The butler
shifted his stance, raising the sword above his chest, the pointy
end of weapon facing the ceiling. As long as he had the weapon, I
knew, it would be hard to fight him with my bare hands. And as he
kept his gaze at me, I noticed that the position in his feet had
changed, a maddening feeling was pouring out of him. He threw a
hidden kitchen knife at me first,