Chapter 90: Buff.
Mark lay down on the sofa, his eyes locked onto the ceiling. It was already past midnight. Though he was exhausted after everything he had gone through since the previous night, sleep never came to him.
"I would say it is disappointment."
Lara’s voice rang in his head for the umpteenth time. The impact those six words left on him was much worse than anything she could’ve said at that moment.
His mind had been in a daze ever since he heard her say them. What little appetite he had vanished and he had to force the meal down, not even enjoying the fat man’s cooking. Once he was done, the maid inquired if he needed anything else then asked for permission to spend the night somewhere else.
The request left him stunned. Though Elya stepped in and explained that the girls should be sleeping together, the real reason was easy to guess. It had spared him a very difficult conversation, however, so he was a bit relieved that Lara took the initiative to bring it up.
"Disappointment..."
Mark had no trouble understanding why the maid would feel that way. Lara was a powerful entity from another dimension. She most definitely had some expectations for her summoner so it wasn’t strange for her to be disappointed by what she got.
"Disappointment..."
As the thoughts continued to brew, embers slowly rose in the depths of his psyche. The depression keeping him down ignited and the resulting fire filled him with rage.
"How the hell is it my fault?"
All he ever wanted was some peace and quiet. He never asked for a maid summoning system, nor did he wish for a blood-sucking dhampir maid. Both came into his life uninvited, just like the voices that tormented him for the past nine years.