Butler for a trash (Return)

[suspicion]

Isis is once again inside the kitchen helping the other servants cook food, multiple plates were placed on the tray.

He helped through chopping ingredients and washing dishes, it has been 3 days since he went to the town and he hasn't seen the oranged headed butler since.

He once again felt guilty for not being able to say a thank you or any way of asking if Hans is well.

The plates clangs down each time it was placed at the tray, they were almost done .
Isis looked at the food and noticed how delicious they all looked, he wished he could eat these things but knows he's broke and all.

'I wish I could just even take one bite of them..!'

He thought, it's childish to think of it as servants like him aren't supposed to eat anything without money,

"Oi! Newbie, thanks to your help again! You can go back to your break now!" The chef yelled.

"Call me anytime!"

Isis left the kitchen walking down the corridor, he thought of the story. So far he wrote down everything he remembered about the novel, he knows the timeline he's in is about a month and half before Cale gets beaten up.

He recalls how Choi-han in the first few pages lost everything in a day, if he would be honest he felt Pity for the main character, he still fought despite being hurt and yet everyone seems to forget that Choi han is still a kid by all means. He was taken away without any guide and being forced to fight for survival at a young age and the moment he found people who would take care of him vanished within a day.

He even has to bury everyone by his own hands alone. And adding Cale's insults adds more pain.

He was lost in thought till he bumped into something, spears and swords fell off directly about to hit him. Isis used his reflexes and managed to catch all of them at once. Most are catched by his hands but others were supported by his legs.

"Well that was close-"

"I'm sorry! Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!" Exclaimed the other butler, Hans, he seems to be carrying boxes of different kinds of weapons.

"No no I'm fine! Uh here! Let me help you with that!" Isis placed down the weapons to avoid anymore trouble and helped Hans carry it back at the storage area.

"I'm so sorry I didn't saw you"

"I'm the one who's supposed to be sorry I should have been paying attention."

Hans sighs in guilt before going inside the storage room and started to store the weapons one by one and covering them each with a cloth to prevent any injuries incase someone unintentionally move it.

Isis was about to leave when he noticed something peculiar, the deputy butler's neck seems to be injured. Bandages cover it with a little hint of blood staining the bandages.

Hesitantly Isis asked him out of curiosity about the injury which in turn Hand answered.

"Sir Hans, what happened to your uhh neck? Are you alright?"

"Ah this?" Hans placed his hand to his neck trailing the bandages blood "there was an accident earlier while I was picking these weapons, it's nothing fatal so do not pay any mind to it."

"I see, well please take care of it." And by that Isis left the storage unit.

Hans is left alone with his thoughts. He gathered every detailed he witnessed earlier, he recalls how Isis effortlessly grab the weapons one by one not letting a single of them fall through the ground.

'he's fast and cautious with his movements, he's good for a mere butler' he brushed off his thoughts and sighs going back to work, he definitely has a suspicion now.