In front of the door of Lucian's room at this time, Pavel was closing his eyes while tidying up the tie on his shirt. Then his face casually flushed and blushed for a moment, he still imagined Lucian's face that he had seen before.
"Oh my, as usual, Young Master Lucian's face is indeed like an angel..." He muttered in a voice full of admiration, his cheeks still slightly reddened, he stroked his chin with both fingers of his hand for a moment.
However, with a moment later his eyes opened wide, his expression changed drastically from his previous expression.
"Wait... Face...?!"
Pavel straightened his body a little reflex as if he had just realized something very important. His lips trembled slightly at this time.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't realize that."
His hands raised slightly to cover his mouth, his face a little pale, then he lowered his head to the floor.
In his head right now, he remembered the moments when he had accidentally seen Lucian's face directly even though he was just looking into his eyes, and his Young Master's reaction was always the same.
Whether it's a seat cushion, a pillow, or even a book flying towards his face without warning. Pavel rubbed his face, as if he was still feeling the impact from the pillow throw.
"Didn't the Young Master notice?" he whispered doubtfully, still lowering his head to the floor, as if the answer could emerge from the tiles under his shoes.
"Usually he'll throw me with a pillow..." He continued quietly, sounding almost like a nostalgic wailing.
"But, to be honest, Young Master's attitude is a little different today..." Pavel muttered, now standing leaning against the door with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully.
"Or... at last the Young Master realizes how beautiful the face he has?" he continued muttering in a half-amazed and half-dramatic voice, one hand touching the chest like a theater actor uttering a tragic dialogue.
"Indeed, that face... Even the sunlight from the window couldn't compete with it." He said, while sighing heavily.
Suddenly, a thunderous sound echoed from inside Lucian's room, it was like the sound of a table bang that made Pavel gasp a little in shock.
"DAAAAMMMNNN....!"
Pavel's body jerked in shock, but instead of panicking he froze on the spot. His shoulders were shaking, his gaze was flat, very flat. It was as if his expression at this time was like a wooden doll that had lost its emotions.
His gaze was blank, completely blank, only the white part was visible without the reflection of light and expression. The wind was blowing making his hair strands move slightly.
"... Ah. Back to the original setup apparently."
He sighed softly, then lowered his head with a faint smile engraved on his lips.
"... I should have known. Even angels can be emotional." He muttered.
After a moment of silence, Pavel braved himself to open the door of the room. He entered the room with his body lowered, his gaze parallel to the current floor in order to avoid direct eye contact with Lucian.
"Young Master, I'm sorry. I heard a scream. Is there something going on?"
He was still hunched over, his shoulders shaking slightly. His hands were neatly folded in front of his body, waiting for the response Lucian would give him, whether it was a blow or a pillow throw as usual.
Lucian gasped for a moment, then looked at Pavel, "Ah no. It's nothing."
He answered with a slightly raised voice in surprise. Then he casually turned his face to the side and then pretended to cough a little to cover his embarrassment.
Lucian then turned his head slightly towards Pavel who was currently lowered. His eyebrows raised slightly as if confused as to why the middle-aged man could stand to look down for so long.
"Why are you suddenly like that? You look like you're going to be put to death by someone."
Pavel still held his position, although his legs shook slightly.
"No, Young Master." He replied quickly without even looking at his employer's face.
"My life is nothing compared to my grandeur who saw your face in person a while ago."
Pavel's voice sounded like a confession from someone. His cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassed and a little pain, which was what he felt right now as if he was sure that his life would end with the impact of a flying pillow that went to his face.
Lucian raised his eyebrows, his brow twitched slightly, a slight annoyance reflected on his face. But it's not because he's angry or anything like that, it's because he's surprised by what he's hearing right now.
"My face? Do you think I'm that bad?" His speech was flat, but his eyes were sharp.
Lucian was silent for a moment, after the words came out of his mouth.
"Oh..." He muttered softly as if he was remembering something at the moment.
Naveen, not to be more precisely Lucian, he just remembered that his face had never been revealed in the game though. Half of his face was covered with a black mask that was his trademark.
He then glanced at his room for a moment, his eyes sweeping every corner of the room as if he was looking for something right now. Then, his eyes stopped in the corner of the empty room, he scratched his slightly itchy cheek.
"Pavel," he called out in a slightly hesitant voice, "isn't there a mirror here?"
"Huh?" Pavel looked surprised to hear that from Lucian, then reflexively he straightened his body again, staring at Lucian's back.
"Weren't you the one who told me to throw away the mirror in your room?" he replied cautiously, as if afraid that his sentence might be misinterpreted. He remembered very well Lucian's instructions to throw away the mirror in his room.
Lucian turned his body slowly, then quickly Pavel lowered his body again.
"... I did that?" Lucian muttered, as if he didn't believe himself.
Then he casually held his head with his hand and then sighed softly. He had thought about how bad Lucian's face was behind his mask to the point that he did that.
"Ahh, forget it." He said lightly.
He looked back at Pavel who was still lowered in front of him. Lucian raised his eyebrows again and put his hand on his waist.
"You're still like that it turns out." He said in a slightly irritated tone, but there was no anger in his voice.
"Come on, haven't you seen my face before?"
Pavel did not answer a word from Lucian. His shoulders shook slightly either from nervousness or from holding back guilt, he himself knew it now.
Lucian then sighed again, this time he tilted his head slightly. His hands were folded in front of his chest.
Pavel did not answer a word from Lucian. His shoulders shook slightly either from nervousness or from holding back guilt, he himself knew it now.
Lucian then sighed again, this time he tilted his head slightly. His hands were folded in front of his chest.
"If you keep your head down like that, there will definitely be troublesome things to come later."
He looked at Pavel for a moment, then averted his gaze.
"Your knees are hurting, you know."
"Forgive for my incivility, Young Master." Pavel finally answered, although his voice trembled slightly. He slowly stood upright, but his body still looked tense.
"I won't repeat it again." He said while avoiding direct eye contact with Lucian.
"I'm fine with that, so stop looking down when talking to me," Lucian said his gaze getting sharper towards Pavel.
Pavel swallowed his saliva slowly. He then turned his gaze towards Lucian, and despite being covered by strands of hair at this time, he knew very well that his Young Master's eyes were staring intently at him.
"Are you sure of that, Young Master?" Pavel asked, his voice still a little hesitant.
Lucian narrowed his gaze even more, looking at Pavel who was trying to take his eyes off him.
"Do I need to repeat my words?" he said in a flat but firm tone.
"If you do that again, I won't hesitate to kick your ass before your back hurts from bowing down for too long."
Pavel's eyes were now focused on looking at Lucian with wide open, as if some small rays of light were visible from his eyes. Then he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, a faint smile visible on his face.
"It's an honor for me." He said solemnly.
In his heart, he muttered. "Even though your face is so beautiful, why do you always hide behind a mask?" He closed his eyes then put his hands together and formed a hopeful grip. "Ah! If only I could capture the beauty of Young Master."
Lucian furrowed his brows when he saw an expression full of appreciation that was very inappropriate for the current situation.
He felt a little amused, his lips pulled slightly to the side.
"Stop thinking weird with such an annoying expression." He said flatly, but allowed him to hold back a laugh that might come out of his mouth.
Pavel was shocked for a moment, his eyes rounded, his face flushed slightly showing an overwhelming surprised shyness.
"Gekkk?!?!?!" His voice was stammered, almost inaudible. He looked at Lucian with a look of disbelief.
"Do you have the ability to hear thoughts or something?!"
Lucian chuckled softly, then covered his mouth with his hand and averted his gaze for a moment.
"Even though I just spoke because of his annoying face." He thought to himself.
Several strands of his long hair hung forward after he lowered his head. He casually grabbed the black ribbon lying on a nearby table. His hands went up and gathered His hair back.
His fingers skillfully tied his hair with a ribbon in a low ponytail style. His silvery hair fell off, behind his shirt, leaving a few thin strands on the sides of his face.
Pavel who had previously noticed him, his eyes rounded up a little again, as if he had just realized something.
"It's very frustrating. You tied your hair up this time?" he asked in a voice that sounded rather cautious, but clearly contained an admiration that could not be hidden.
"Yes, that's it," Lucian replied casually, then he let out a small sigh as he tied the knot. "To be honest, it's quite annoying. Is it better for me to just cut it off?"
Pavel instantly reacted after hearing that from Lucian, "NO, YOUNG MASTER....—!"
The atmosphere became silent for a moment. Pavel hurriedly closed his mouth, then closed his eyes slightly as if he had forgotten the words that had just come out of his mouth.
"Ekhem, I mean it depends on your decision, Young Master." He said more politely this time, he casually continued, "However, if I may convey that the hair you have is like a masterpiece of nature that exudes heavenly beauty. If it is cut, I am afraid that the beauty will be diminished even if it is just a little."
Lucian looked at Pavel, was silent for a few seconds, then sneered softly. "How many more poems do you prepare just to compliment my hair like that?"
"I have about ten more verses in full, Young Master." He smiled then showed all his fingers at the moment.
"Should I read it all?"
Lucian rolled his eyes lazily, "Oh my gosh, I feel like I want to know what's in your head right now."
Pavel furrowed his brows, as if trying to understand what Lucian meant. However, soon he smiled again, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his habit of praising Lucian after all, Young Master Lucian was an extraordinary person.
"Alright, I guess I'll think about it." Lucian nodded softly, but it was clear from his expression that he wasn't quite with what he said.