“How did the Young Master find the taste of the fish?” An suddenly asked afterward.
“Hmm, it was delicious.”
“That’s great to hear. It was worth all the effort I put into catching the fish for the Young Master.”
A charming smile appeared on An’s graceful face, causing Mu’en to be momentarily captivated.
Although a yandere is terrifying, one must admit that when An is normal, she is indeed a stunning beauty with a delicate appearance. Her figure, hidden beneath her maid outfit, is curvaceous and no less impressive than Celicia’s.
It wouldn’t be bad to date her.
Of course, the prerequisite is that she returns to being normal.
“Speaking of which, An, you seem to be completely soaked. What happened?”
Due to the dim light, Mu’en didn’t notice An’s unusual state until she mentioned it. Only then did he realize she was drenched, as if she had just swum 400 meters in a river. Her usually meticulously styled hair clung to her forehead, and her dress was splattered with mud.
This was unimaginable for An, who is always so meticulous in her actions.
“It’s nothing, Young Master. I just got caught in a little rain,” An replied.
“Rain?”
Mu’en frowned:
“If you got caught in the rain, why didn’t you go take a bath and change?”
“Because I wanted the Young Master to have lunch as soon as possible. Weren’t you hungry?” An said matter-of-factly.
“Having lunch a bit later is fine, but what if you get sick from the rain!”
Mu’en’s expression turned serious:
“Go take a hot bath right now, soak for a while, put on warm clothes, and then sit by the fireplace for a bit. Just to be safe, you should call a doctor to get some medicine to prevent a cold!”
“Young Master…”
An looked slightly stunned, but her cheeks visibly reddened:
“You care about me so much. I’m so touched, I really want to…”
“Enough, stop acting up. Go, now!”
“Alright.”
Feeling the rare warmth from Mu’en, An obediently nodded and efficiently cleaned up the leftover food.
Even though Mu’en repeatedly urged her, An still meticulously collected all the fish bones before leaving.
“Well then, Young Master, I’ll take my leave now.”
“Hurry up and go!”
“Alright.”
Even though Mu’en scolded her harshly, An’s expression grew even happier.
She left with a spring in her step.
The narrow, dark cell returned to silence.
Mu’en watched An disappear into the darkness, and his serious expression immediately collapsed.
Then…
His smile gradually twisted…
“Heh.”
“Hehe.”
“Hehehehe.”
“Indeed, a woman in love becomes less intelligent.”
“An opportunity has just presented itself.”
…
After confirming that An had indeed left, Mu’en stretched his limbs.
Although the chains restricted his movement, he managed to figure out the limits of his current range.
“Looks like the first step is to free my hands.”
Mu’en looked to the side.
To completely immobilize him, his hands were shackled to the wall, forcing him into a crucifixion-like position.
In this position, he couldn’t do anything, so he had to break free from the shackles.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.”
Mu’en took a deep breath, determination evident in his eyes.
“I’ve practiced this many times in the Black Book space. I can do it.”
With resolve, Mu’en pressed his right thumb against his palm and then pushed hard!
Click.
With a crisp sound of bone displacement, a sharp pain surged through his mind, causing sweat to bead on Mu’en’s forehead.
“Ugh—Even though I’ve practiced in the Black Book space, the pain in reality is still unbearable.”
“After all, it’s a dislocated thumb.”
But fortunately, the pain wasn’t in vain.
After the thumb was dislocated, his hand could easily slip through the shackles.
TV shows don’t lie!
After successfully freeing his right hand, Mu’en pressed his palm against the ground, aligned it, and then—pushed hard.
Crack.
The sound of bone displacement rang out again.
Agony surged once more.
“Ugh—Damn it, resetting a bone is even more painful than dislocating it.”
Mu’en tilted his head back, gritting his teeth to endure.
But he didn’t even have time to rest and recover from the pain.
After resetting his thumb, there was still bruising around the joint, and his hand trembled uncontrollably, but he had no time to deal with that.
An could return at any moment, so he had to hurry.
Mu’en raised his hand and used his trembling fingers to slowly retrieve something from his mouth.
It was what he had hidden under his tongue, almost discovered by An…
A fish bone.
It was also the key to his freedom.
Lockpicking Level 8.
Mu’en looked at the record in the Black Book, feeling the fruits of his diligent practice, and couldn’t help but smile with a hint of relief.
Father, Grandfather, and all the ancestors of the Campbell family, I misjudged you.
The bizarre books you stuffed into the library weren’t useless after all!
At least the book “Using Fish Bones to Pick Locks—100 Methods of Burglary” is very useful now!
“Alright, let’s begin.”
Mu’en took a few deep breaths to calm himself and steady his trembling hands.
He pinched the fish bone with his right hand and carefully inserted it into the keyhole of the left shackle, his heart racing.
Success or failure, it all comes down to this!
…
The result was even smoother than Mu’en had imagined.
With his Level 8 lockpicking skill, not only did he free himself from the shackles, but he also easily picked the sturdy-looking lock on the iron bars.
An had never anticipated this possibility. Although she had been cautious enough to not even give Mu’en clothes, she never expected him to master the skill of picking locks with a fish bone.
Father, Grandfather, ancestors of the Campbell family, thank you again!
It’s great that you were a bunch of muscle-brained fools who didn’t like to read.
“I need to make my escape quickly.”
After unlocking the door, Mu’en cautiously stepped out of the iron bars.
The light outside the cell was even dimmer, with only a few glowing stones embedded in the ceiling several meters apart providing illumination.
Thankfully, it didn’t hinder his sight too much.
“This place… seems to be an underground storage room?”
Looking at the clutter around him, Mu’en faintly remembered where he was.
In the furthest corner of the Duke’s Mansion estate, there was an underground storage room where the maids kept various items.
It was later abandoned due to renovations.
Mu’en remembered coming here as a child to explore but fell hard because it was too dark.
He subconsciously touched his forehead, where a small scar was still faintly visible.
“I remember back then, it was An, who had just become a personal maid, who comforted the crying little Mu’en and rescued him from this place.”
“Ever since then, Mu’en started relying on An more and more.”
“An was so gentle back then, like an older sister.”
…
So why has she turned into such a dangerous yandere now?
