AFTER DEATH I LIVE AGAIN - Season 1 Episode 43

Feeling a bit silly in his white apron and pants disguise, Devon followed the baroness through a long hall, trying not to make eye contact with any of the actual servants or slaves that were busy working in the rooms and walking down the hallways. The estate had a lot of servants, including butlers, kitchen aids, and housekeeper maids, many of which were beast girls.

Because the baroness specifically instructed him not to speak to anyone, he decided to do just that. He felt a bit uncomfortable with the premise of sneaking into a place where he was unwelcome, but he decided to swallow the anxiety by revisiting his memories of facing off against the bull demon with full confidence.

That made him feel a bit better, and he wordlessly followed the baroness.

“My lady,” a male butler dressed in a black tuxedo and white shirt said, bowing as the baroness passed by. He raised an eyebrow at Devon. “A new kitchen assistant? Do you want me to show you around?”

Devon swallowed nervously, staying mute as he was instructed to do. The baroness stepped in immediately. “It’s okay, Jeoff. He’s only here temporarily to fix up the pastries for our evening ball this weekend. I’ll be personally showing him what kind of pastries I need to have prepared, since my specifications are rather precise.”

“Understood, my lady,” the male butler said, gesturing politely to allow the baroness and Devon to pass through. The butler nodded at Devon while he passed, but Devon just focused his eyes forward, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible.

Next to the door for every other room was a small drawer table with a flower vase on top of it, and paintings of landscapes and portraits of people lined the halls. Devon passed by a portrait of the baroness, with a dark hue as the background contrasting her light skin and dress.

“This way, Devon,” the baroness said once they came to a fancy hall with a wide ornate staircase in the middle. Stepping up the staircase with her long dress tail flowing behind her, the baroness beckoned Devon to follow her.

Devon followed, making sure not to trip or step on the baroness’s dress as he ascended the stately staircase. Some other servants were walking through the hall, including another butler and a cat girl maid, but they only gave him a cursory glance since he was dressed like a worker.

There seemed to be a meeting in the hall next to the staircase room as well, with several nobles dressed in elegant suits and dresses discussing something about the king’s affairs. Devon couldn’t hear what they were talking about all too clearly, although he did pick up the word demon in their conversation.

It seemed like this country was beginning to have a bit of a demon problem, Devon thought to himself. Not that it was his problem, though. Even the beef demon couldn’t do anything to him, so he wasn’t scared of any damn demons.

“This way,” the baroness said quietly, taking Devon’s hand to his surprise. There was nobody on the second floor besides them, and so Devon obediently followed the double-D cup noble woman wearing a long maroon dress that accentuated her ass.

Guiding him down the hall and around the corner, they finally reached a room whose access was blocked by an ornate door. The baroness took out a large key, which she fumbled into the lock, before opening the door.

It was a guest bedroom, not used for quite a while judging by the very slight cobwebs on the top right corner of the room. With a dresser, a full body length mirror, and several drawers and wardrobes, the guest room was packed full of ornate furniture.

Devon closed the door behind him and blinked, thinking of what to do next. His instructions ended here. As the carriage driver briefed him earlier, once he reached the baroness’s private room, he was free to do whatever he wanted, although his compensation depended on how much the baroness enjoyed his company.

“Come, sit,” the brown eyed baroness with long dark red hair shaped in curly locks said, gesturing for Devon to sit on the bed as she took a chair from the desk nearby and sat on there herself.

“So, tell me about yourself,” the baroness said, wetting her lips ever so slightly. “Where are you from?”