Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

frightened

Emily's pov

“BWA 312?” I echoed, looking at Reo.

“Yes, Ms. Emily. Apartments have their numbers marked outside, just above the door, to indicate which is which. For instance, this is apartment BWA312, and it’s divided into rooms A and B. So, the two people assigned here are part of BWA 312, but they’ll have either room A or B,” Reo explained politely, finishing with a respectful bow.

“Yes, I get that, Reo. Thanks.” I said, though I was puzzled. I’d clearly requested BWA345, so why was I assigned to a completely different apartment?

“Were you assigned to the wrong room, Ms. Emily?” Reo asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Yes, exactly. I asked for a specific room, but it seems my request wasn’t… understood.” Or was it ignored altogether? I wondered if this had been done on purpose.

“Oh, I see. Then, may I suggest you go to the administration office to correct the issue? That’s where I received the keys,” Reo offered. He was in the middle of unpacking but stopped when I mentioned the mix-up with my room.

"So, I shouldn't unpack any of this, right, Ms. Emily?" he asked for confirmation.

"No, not yet, at least." I confirmed, then added, "Where exactly is the admin office? Is there a specific section for handling room assignments, or should I just speak to anyone in the office?"

I took the key from Reo and slipped it into my pocket, already preparing to sort this out.

“Um, well, Ms. Emily, the offices are closed right now. The admin workers usually leave after 4 p.m.,” Reo said, glancing at the clock in the living room. It was already 5 p.m.

“Okay… but where did you get the keys, then? I just arrived. How did you know my assigned room?” I narrowed my eyes slightly. Was he some kind of spy? If the staff left at 4 p.m. and I only arrived after that, how had Reo known my room number when I had just chosen him as my servant?

Noticing my expression, Reo’s face went pale. He quickly dropped to his knees. “I swear, Ms. Emily, I’m not a bad person. I received the keys from the admin servants before they left. They were instructed to hand it to whoever you selected as a servant when you arrived.” He looked genuinely terrified, as though he’d been accused of betrayal before. His reaction seemed over the top, but I couldn’t blame him. With the way things had been lately, I understood. In a place like this, where servants could lose their heads over a single word from a master—especially if that master was from one of the Ten Families or a royal—just being suspected of disloyalty was dangerous.

Realizing I’d frightened him, I felt a pang of guilt. This wasn’t his fault; he had nothing to do with the fact that my room request had been ignored. I’d have to deal with that tomorrow. I looked at him,

“It’s all right, Reo. You can get up,” I said reassuringly.