Chapter 22: A Month
The morning rays filtered through the high window of the small room, painting golden lines across the rough floor.
Alaric’s eyes twitched open.
It had been about a month now. A full month since he’d been transmigrated into this cursed world and dragged into this damned house like some mongrel.
He groaned, turning to one side before finally pushing himself up. His muscles ached, tight and tired from the long hours he’d been working lately.
Still—
Better than being a slave.
Now, all he had to do was clean his assigned wing, water the gardens, run a few errands, and take orders from the head maid.
At first, he fumbled.
But now, after doing the same things for nearly two weeks straight, he had grown a little proficient. So much so that even the system had acknowledged his efforts.
[New Title Acquired: Model Servant]
He’d tried to ask what the hell that title meant exactly, but the system had responded with-