Going to room, Swanto first gathered all the needed things to clean room throughly and started working on it despite room looking quite clean.
Setting the bed he found something hard in the pillow. It was on the corner but it's hardness set it sort from the comfy pillow. Opening the pillow, he saw a almond sized red stone with very dim red glow around it.
Swanto wanted to touch it but there was a weird heat around that was preventing him from doing it. It's like that stone was resisting him.
Aryan tried to use inventory feature on it but it didn't worked and instead a barrage of notifications appeared on the screen.
[ Ding! No things apart form common things can be placed in the inventory. ]
[ Ding! This items is not common. Please don't try such thing again. ]
Swanto was wondering what this thing is, he does not have any recollection of memory on this thing. Swanto had some guess that this might be blood crystal but it does not look like crystal but more like stone.
Swanto put it back and cleaned the place very throughly as if it can win him the lottery with his best performance.
Taking the washing and cleaning things to its right place, he was now going to the servant's board where all the tasks are put on board to do along with mention of reward for the supposed work.
But today, wooden board was empty meaning that either all tasks are done for today or no task was released to begin with.
Swanto wanted to check on young master in case if he need something. On his way to the practice place, he took the towel for young master to wipe the sweat off.
Swanto could hear the sound of something being in air because he know this sound really good from the childhood when everyone at least once have used the wooden stick as the sword and he had did it much more times.
He started to do tiptoe so he can hide his presence, eventually he was reached the close enough place where there's is something to hide behind while being able to see what young master is doing.
Swanto could see him swinging a heavy metal sowrd while struggling with it weight. This sword was exactly same as that of ones carried by the guards of this area. But what didn't make sense is that when young master is deemed more dangerous than guards, then why does he look weak than them.
'Is my system or whatever that simulator is bugging?' Swanto thought to himself.
[ Host is warned that any attempt at disrespecting the system will result in immediate punishment. And as of threat level is based on overall combat power, not just physical strength. ]
A angry mechanical voice sounded in his head that dared him to try calling it useless or bugging product.
Swanto understood that what he said made simulator angry but a thought suddenly crossed his mind which was that his thoughts are being read.
'How could I have overlooked that my privacy is completely stripped off.'
[ There is provision in system for privacy which account that any R18 activity of host would not be monitored until host says otherwise. ]
Swanto sighed deeply in relief of being stressed about some system seeing his pp.
Regaining the focus on the young master, he saw that young master is struggling with his sword till now but haven't stopped swinging it. There is certain rhythm to the flow of swinging like it is some music which pitch of voice is changing constantly while complimenting itself as a whole.
It was hypnotizing. Swanto felt that something was making him feel dizzy. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, he shook that feeling away and walked toward young master while carrying the towel.
He had completely lost the ability to stay on his thought of hiding and not making his presence known until training of young master would have ended.
"Oh! Swanto, when did you came."
Hearing the footsteps of someone, young master turned to discover it is his servant Swanto.
"Um, I am here from some time." Coming out of that daze, he said vague words as to not sound too weird.
"Here is the towel, I thought you may need it." Swanto looked down while forwarding the towel hand to give it young master.
Getting the towel, he wiped the sweat from his face and arms. While still wiping it, he looked at Swanto and asked.
"So, do you think I am weak and lazy too like others now that you have seen me training and struggling.
Weighing his words carefully before saying anything, Swanto got on his knees on floor while saying, "Young master, how could dare think like that. My existence is too low to make judgment on someone like you."
Hearing the words, young master had a cold smirk on his face while he said putting more weight in his voice, "You got your way with words, I will give that. But, I am ordering you to answer my question straight and truthfully. I will forgive your even if answer is not pleasing to hear."
Swanto felt the chill washing over him, it was too terrifying. To put it into the words, he felt like he is in presence of a demon thirsty for blood.
"Young, young master, your persistence is amazing. Your swordsmanship is a work of art that attract everyone's attention. You strong will is peak. I even got too immersed in your sword play." Swanto was telling all the truth in his mind at that moment under the influence of that pressure and fear.
"You felt what?" He asked.
"I felt admiration." Swanto answered while stammering saying this.
"No, not that. I hat did you felt when seeing my sword play. Was that feeling something out of ordinary." Face of young master turned serious while saying due to some reason.
"Yes, I got in a trance like.."
Before Swanto could say one more word, he felt a pressure on his chest before darkness took over the view in front of him.