Spectre of the Sinner - Chapter 6 part 10: The beast's underbelly

POV: Khulan Orujov, septima hora noctis, Vest Schëld, Mellanphalia Kingdom

“Anyway, I’m looking forward to the reply letter,” the black-clad son of a bitch lightly waved his hand as he got up from the seat, “now please excuse me, I have a long talk ahead. Have a good night, Mister [Khulan].”

“Fuck you,” I grumbled at the back of that damned bastard as he nonchalantly left my office, “now I have to pray that my head still fucking stays connected to my neck after tonight.”

As I stole another glance at that cursed object in the shape of a letter envelope, yet another chill ran down my spine despite today’s being a relatively warm late spring night. Even the damn sack sitting on the table, filled to the brim with the ancient-arse currency, begged more uncomfortable questions about that damned son of a bitch, ones that I was sure would invite more turmoil than I could ever handle.

And adding on top of that with that damned [shopping request], now my headache was getting worse with every moment passed by.

“Damn it all to hell! Boy,” I angrily called the servant in a fit of rage, “get me my favorite drink, quick!”

“Hii! Coming right up sir!”

A high-pitched scream resounded from the hallway before the sound of running footsteps echoed, leaving me alone with the damned letter.

“To think that you have the gall to treat me as your errand boy,” I heaved a defeated sigh at the damn outlander’s outrageous audacity before preparing to send the damned thing away from my eyesight, “and how that fucking son of a bitch knows about [Reverend Overseer]? Arrgh, my head hurts!”

As I clutched my head in my arms, the door hesitantly opened, revealing a trembling male servant. His tall and thin figure was shaking nearly uncontrollably, threatening to spill my beloved drink.

“Sir… Here’s your… Favorite… Drink sir… Please en… Joy it…”

“Don’t you fucking dare spill my drink,” I directed my glare at his pathetic figure as I got irritated at his incessant stammering, “and before you drag your pitiful arse out of my office, have this bloody damn thing sent to the appropriate address.”

“Treat it with the utmost care,” I growled at the male retainer as he fearfully put the tray of beverages on my table before receiving the mail from my hand, “how well you can sleep tonight depends on the safe delivery of this item. Got it?”

“Y… Yes sir… I will… Have it… Delivered… Safely… As you… Instructed.”

The servant nervously tripped over his reply before making his way toward the door, and soon running footsteps could be heard echoing in the lonely hallway.

“Now I need to find a way to restrain that damn scoundrel,” I let out an exhausted groan as I poured the content of the spirit bottle into my beloved cup, “or else he would manhandle my damn arse like a fucking errand dog.”

With my mood deflated from a stressful night, I silently sipped the decorated wooden cup in my hand. The slight pear taste of the alcohol pleasantly flowed in, easing my mind from worries and stresses.