Exactly three seconds after staring at the peculiar position Sam was in, Clara pulled her whip out of her dimensional ring and struck the ground beside him. This instantly snapped him upright. But guess what?
His body gave way, and he was about to fall, this time directly onto her, his face heading straight for the two bulging spheres in front of her.
But with lightning speed, he received a lash that made him writhe like a lizard and stand up again.
"Why aren't you finished yet?"
Sam was feeling so tired he was on the verge of vomiting. He remembered that the first day at the Academy ended very quickly compared to any other day because it was just for introductions.
"Mistress, I feel extremely dizzy, and I'm only halfway done; only a few things remain. You can summon the Academy staff, and they will assist you. I just need rest."
The guy didn't actually want to sleep, but he felt that if he continued, he would need an IV drip and medicine just to walk properly.
"And who said you could command me on what to do? You are merely a servant... Command me as you wish—No, no, no! I mean, do not command me as you wish! I am the one who commands! Do you hear me?"
"But, Mistress... I am concerned. The rest are your precious jewels and accessories. Even this entire servant is not worth a single facet of your diamond. If they are ruined because of me, you won't achieve the justice that heals your heart."
The fellow didn't realize that you should never play mind games with furious bulldozers... because they will crush you.
Whip, whip, whip.
Three rapid lashes of the whip made him dance like a snake to dodge them.
"I apologize, Mistress. This servant here needs discipline."
Damn people like you who deserve to go to hell!
At that time, the fellow was officially tortured: from arranging clothes to making a bed large enough to hold a huge globe statue.
With the girl's constant demanding requests, the fellow was thoroughly exhausted and officially stripped of any dignity he might have had.
'You bastard System, where are you? Aren't you a System? Where are your missions, skills, and status? Where are you?'
[Daily points are calculated based on your master's satisfaction with your service today. Please wait.]
'Where is my starter pack...'
[There is no such thing as what you are talking about here. No further questions. I am not your personal servant.]
The little fellow's mind couldn't cope with the problems being sent to him one after the other.
He was surprised to find that he would be sleeping in the same massive wing as Clara. Only a very simple room was allocated to him, containing a bed, a small private bathroom, and some clothes.
From now on, he was supposed to be Miss Clara Smorgoth's personal servant, or rather, her slave.
After the long day, Clara decided to leave her room. By that time, Sam had finished all the work he thought was endless.
The Villainess was now supposed to head to a criminal organization's hideout to pay them to harm one of the heroines named Elisa Falkenheim, who possessed innate magical talent and specialized in Ice Magic.
However, during this time, Clara would be drawn into a plot where she would be attacked, severely marginalized, and would grow even more insane afterward.
He dared not stop this bulldozer without concrete evidence... unless he could withstand her whip.
And honestly, he was a big chicken. Therefore, he decided to intervene for a less dramatic operational life with Clara.
He exited Clara's private wing after changing into common, casual clothes.
He took himself on foot to a nearby hotel by asking for directions.
He inquired about the room of the elderly Knight, Monart. When the receptionist informed him of the room number, she first asked for his identity. She then called the elderly Monart through room service and asked if he knew someone named Sam Wells.
The receptionist was then instructed to guide Sam to Monart's room on the highly luxurious fifth floor.
When the one-eyed elderly Monart, dressed in his sleepwear, opened the door, he found the short fledgling named Sam and let him into his room without any discernible expression on his face.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Sam pointed inside with his hand.
"No... Say what you want quickly, and if you are wasting my time, you will regret it."
"Sir Monart, I swear to you that I am extremely serious. This concerns the Mistress's safety—it is a matter that cannot wait."
The elderly Monart's expression shifted into a clear scowl, his eyes piercing Sam's skull.
"Do you know the price of making such a claim...?"
"Yes, I am sure, but the problem is that I have no proof."
The elderly Monart was already clenching his fist.
"But I swear to you, I am not lying about a single word."
The elderly Monart's anger subsided, but his eyes still held a suspicious gaze.
"Let us see what this brave servant wants."
When the two sat down, the Knight's gaze almost crushed Sam's heart.
"Speak."
"Sir, I swear that every word is one hundred percent true, and I stake my life on it. Well, in truth, there are many people at the Academy controlling the Mistress and planning a conspiracy to tarnish the Smorgoth reputation."
The Knight adjusted his posture, but not because the words interested him; it was simply because he was holding and polishing his sword right in front of Sam's eyes. Sam instantly went silent.
"Continue... Why did you stop?"
Sam sighed and wiped the sweat with his clothes.
"In reality, on the school's group chat, there are funded committees sending a series of specific messages to incite a conflict between the Mistress and Miss Falkenheim."
He continued...
"...They claim she forced bullies to harass the Fifth Prince so she could go and rescue him to claim the heroic role. But of course, Sir, I didn't believe them. However, the Mistress's anger today is unusual, and I fear she might attack Miss Falkenheim."
When Sam finished, the clock ticked loudly, as if confirming his words. The elderly Monart was silent, the silence before a storm.
Sam swallowed hard, waiting for the man to utter his word.
"So, what do you want then? Did you come just for this?"
"In truth, no. I humbly request from you an unlocked phone with access to the students' communication group."
Monart was surprised by Sam's request and asked a logical question.
"Sir, of course, the duty of this servant is not only cleaning and household chores but also ensuring that his mistress's reputation is not tarnished, do you not agree?"
Monart smiled slightly at Sam's words.
"And what else?"
"I will be your personal spy. Should anything happen, I will inform you of all updates."
Monart's smile widened and turned into a loud chuckle.
"You know, lad, what we do to those who try to deceive us."
Sam wanted to respond and say no, but he felt it would only make the situation worse.
"We don't say it publicly... but guess what? You absolutely won't like it."
"Understood, sir."
Sam left the wing after Monart gave him his word that he would look into the matter.
In truth, Sam's intentions weren't entirely pure from the start.
However, Monart actually believed him—not entirely, but he was suspicious, and that was enough.
In reality, Monart knew Clara well and knew she was the type who would incite people this way.
He wasn't concerned as much with Clara's actions as he was with the safety and reputation of the Smorgoth family name.
If the matter leaked and they managed to land Clara in another trouble, the problems would only multiply.
Monart knew that a small servant like Sam wouldn't sacrifice himself unless the matter was genuinely true.
And he knew that Clara, after her actions were exposed, would try to retaliate, and that's when she could fall into her enemy's trap.
From this moment on, he would inform the Patriarch of the Smorgoth family about the matter. At that point, the Patriarch would impose a financial siege, residency restrictions, and constant monitoring on his daughter.
In this way, the problem would be solved, right?
But unfortunately, in the middle of the night, while our bro was sleeping as if he hadn't experienced the strangest first day in this world,
The System's chime woke him up, forcing him to look.
[Due to the Host's anti-plot actions, the plotline has been altered, causing the Villainess to feel greater resentment toward the world. Now, the main Villainess Clara Smorgoth's power will be exponentially multiplied, and the world will face destruction instead of being saved by the protagonist.]
Sam thought he was dreaming, so he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
[[Fuck you, motherfucker! I'm telling you that you've caused the world's friendly destruction, and you're sleeping! Fuck you! You know what...]
{[Mission of Utmost Importance: Save the world, correct the course, permanently save the Villainess's fate, and prevent the destruction of the world. Reward: Nothing. Punishment: Living in torment in eternal void agony.]}