HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 260: Personal Maid

The steady hum of fluorescent lights filled the student council office, though here their glow was softened by glass chandeliers and polished wood panels that gleamed under their light.

The office was no cramped corner of some forgotten wing; it was thank to the wealth and and some of Adam's own fund he invested into New Hera Academy, that he was able to make an office like this for himself.

Which also acts as the Student Council Room, currently speaking it was just him at the moment.

As it normally is, given this was his domain, as such it was spacious, lined with shelves of neatly bound books, and framed photographs of past festivals and galas of the old Academy New Hera was built on, it predecessor Khan Academy.

A long mahogany desk dominated the center, its surface orderly yet luxurious, with open binders, budget reports, and event plans and proposals for the school year stacked in rows.

The faint fragrance of sandalwood lingered in the air, masking the sharper notes of ink and the faint ghost, of old coffee.

But for Adam, as much as he enjoyed the personal silence. At times being the Student Council President was a bit tiring if not utterly boring.

"You know."

He said to himself as signed his his signature of one of the club idea, asking permission to form. That being the Track Team Club.

"Compare to the Visual Novel, the Academy life I envision, is not as it seems, this is really liked of boring now that I am here experiencing this for myself."

Adam said this to none but himself.

Quite ironic of you think about it.

Alas though, as he leaned back in his leather chair, his golden eyes reflecting the glow of the chandelier as his pen hovered over a meticulously kept letters and request.

He should have felt at ease here, in comfort far removed from the frozen wasteland he had faced only a month ago.

But the memory refused to fade.

"Sigh, when will it be over I wonder, I live pass that dead end, yet, I can't seem to get it out my mind, how frustrating."

He said to himself.

As he sighed even heavier than before.

To the world, he was Adam Van Hellsing, Student Council President of New Hera Academy.

To himself, he could not see himself as anything but the Lord of Darkness.

Then and again, becoming the Lord of Darkness wasn't even the problem here. It was what he did under influence of Vileth's grasp.

He couldn't forgive himself for hurting Minerva, Priscilla and Rakasha.

He remembered how he deleted Minerva from existence.

Slowly ate Priscilla alive, as she cried for him to come back to her.

And how White, and Rakasha, were internally fighting with themselves, however like the rest under Vileth rule Adam killed them too.

The numbers blurred on the page, his focus drifting as it always did, to Vileth.

"Even now that bitch weights of mind so." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Adam said rubbing his eyes, he didn't want to Admit it, but beyond work, and his own personal training to get stronger.

He was pushing himself a little bit too much.

And since then, a little close to month had passed since killed the Cryokinetic Slugs Queen.

But that aside, as he focus back on the work at hand, a familiar voice called out him.

"Bonjour, mon maître."

"Hmmm."

Adam groaned as he looked up to her with tired eyes.

The voice slipped into the room like silk, each note was filled with a natrual French accent. Adam's head rose, and his thoughts shattered at the sight in the doorway.

"Clara."

Adam called her name, as she entered entered with practiced grace, a tray in her hands and a soft smile curving her lips.

Her maid's attire was immaculate, black silk that hugged her curves, a long skirt flowing to her ankles, hiding her body that only he was allowed to see, her pale, nearly translucent skin only made her all the more striking against the fabric.

Her straight black hair shimmered as it cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face whose bright red eyes seemed to glow even in the softened light of the office.

The steam rising from the porcelain cup she carried brought with it the sharp, sweet bite of ginger tea.

Adam favourite.

Adam looked at her, as she approached him, till this day she still struggle with showcasing her emotions.

But it was not as bad as before, atleast she knows what she wants, and she could express herself a lot bette now, compare to the older days before Adam even became the Student Council President.

"Clara."

Adam murmured, exhaustion giving way to a tired smile.

"How are you doing?"

She glided forward, setting the tea gently upon the polished desk.

She didn't took long to state her reason to come here, despite not being called.

As she simply said to Adam.

"You look troubled, mon maître."

She said, the French lilt clinging to her flawless English, weaving charm into every syllable.

The fragrance of ginger rose, cutting through the sterile sandalwood of the room.

"This will help, oui?"

Adam leaned back as he look at the amber color tea, the chair creaking under his weight, and let out a dry chuckle.

"Thanks Clara, your the best, honestly... Sigh, sometime I wishy life would just go back to the happier time, when we all just live together you know?"

"To the time when I was younger, back then I didn't have to worry about any of this… responsibility. No budgets, no councils, no dead ends."

He said, but whisper that last part, which was mostly for him.

His gaze then drifted to the carved beams of the ceiling, memories clawing their way to the surface.

"It was just me and my sisters, in a life that didn't expect me to blow it up. And now? I've seen too much. Done too much. And I find myself unable to go back."

Clara tilted her head, just listening, these days her master seem extremely depress, and she did not know why, as she watched him with a mix of devotion and worry.

But she tried to stay positive.

One such way of doing this was with her teasing him, because with deliberate ease, she perched herself upon the edge of his grand desk, the polished surface gleaming beneath her.

Then she leaned back, scattering a few perfectly stacked reports with careless grace.

As her breast bounce infront of him, and she ask clasping her hands to her chest, as she asked.

"Do you remember the first time we met, mon maître?"

She asked, her tone playful.

Adam laughed, the sound startling in its rarity.

"How could I forget? My first real use of necromancy, completely out of curiosity after killing that bastard. I was still getting used to magic back then too... trying to impress Priscilla, and other sister who were watching me at the time trying to save Ultima Village, and then, bam, there you were. I pulled your soul straight from the after life of the Christian Records."

His golden eyes softened as he looked at her, old memories flashing.

"You were a noblewoman in your past life, as you explain. You work in the castle, you had a title, with the temper to match it. Even now you are beautiful, and elegant… but this Clara?"

He smirked.

"This one is better."

Her lips curved wider, and in her red eyes flashed something dangerous, something alive... Adam made her felt alive, despite being dead.

So without a sound, she slid from the desk and lowered herself gracefully to her knees before him.

Adam stiffened, as his breath caught, as her hands settled lightly upon his thighs. Her gaze lifted, bright and unwavering, filled with devotion and ready to satisfied.

It was clear Adam was out of it, and it was her job, as his personal maid to cheer him up.

Adam needed to vent his frustration someway, and what better way that this, a she said, taking the initiative.

"If it pleases you mon maître."

She whispered, her French accent threading the words with a teasing notice.

"I can ease your burden, as I once did during your training with Rakasha using my mouth. What do you think maître!?"

A roguish grin tugged at Adam's mouth, his golden eyes narrowing with amusement and an undercurrent of darkness.

"How could I say no to that?"

His hand moved, brushing a strand of her black hair behind her ear, fingers lingering against the coolness of her skin.

"You always know how to pull me out of my head, Clara."

She leaned closer, her breath cold against his skin, her devotion unwavering. .

"It is my purpose, mon maître."

She murmured her words like a vow.

"You carry a crown of worry I don't understand, I want to understand, but I can't, you won't tell me anything, but with me, you are allowed to be only Adam."

The lavish office seemed to shrink around them, the hum of the lights fading into the background.

Clara was more than a mere necromancy's creation, she was a tether, a reminder of his past.

Seeing her being so loving, and so tender, put a smile on Adam's face, as he said.

"My dearest Clara, hahaha... I am glad I made you when I did. Still, let not ruin the moment with my depression, go ahead let me feel that divine mouth of yours my precious servant."