I opened the door to Baron's room. I wonder if the fucker is okay? As I opened the door two maids ran out Baron's room with looks of terror.
Anxiety filled me as I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I looked at the bed. Baron wasn't on it. I tip toed into the room. Why wasn't Baron in the room? I sighed. Baron must be in Weston and Francois's room. I whispered into the room.
"I guess that even a pervert like him could be reliable."
"It doesn't seem like I'm reliable enough."
It was as if someone had poured a pot of cold ice down my back. I slowly turned to see Baron blocking the doorway. His green eyes were cold and filled with some kind of fire as he looked at me. He was wearing his Pirate King red coat, black slacks, blouse and long boots. I scratched my head. Wasn't this man sick as fuck only a couple of hours ago? Just how strong are the immunity systems of people in the old times?
