Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Cassius stepped out of the carriage, his mind already on the task ahead—slipping quietly into Wayne's mansion to check on the patient he'd been treating, the young daughter whose recovery was his leverage over her father.

He figured it'd be a quick visit, in and out, no fuss.

But the moment his foot touched the ground, the guard stationed at the entrance snapped out of a sleepy daze, his eyes widening as if he'd just seen a divine apparition.

And seeing Cassius before him, the man bolted upright, his voice booming with a fervor that shattered the quiet.

"Young Master Cassius! H-He's here! Young Master Cassius has arrived!"

Cassius froze, his smirk faltering as the shout echoed across the courtyard. Before he could process it, a chorus of female voices erupted from inside the mansion, overlapping in a frantic, excited cacophony.

"Young Master Cassius?!"

"Oh my gods, he's actually here!"

"Did anyone know he was coming?!"

"Were preparations made? Anything?!"

The sounds of panic and disbelief spilled out, like a royal entourage had descended unannounced, and Cassius's brow furrowed, amusement and exasperation flickering across his face.

Lucius, stepping out behind him, stifled a chuckle, his eyes glinting with mischief as he adjusted his gloves.

"Well, Master, seems you've got quite the welcome committee."

He murmured, his tone teasing as he watched the mansion's doors tremble with approaching footsteps.

Before Cassius could retort, the grand double doors slammed open with a force that rattled the hinges, and a swarm of maids—young and old, their aprons fluttering—poured out like a tide, their eyes wide and fixed on him.

They then skidded to a halt a few feet away, gasping in unison as if they'd stumbled upon a legend made flesh.

"It's him!" One squeaked, clutching her hands to her chest.

"Young Master Cassius is really here!" Another, older but no less awestruck, whispered.

"Gods above, he exists! The godly doctor himself!"

Their voices overlapped, a buzz of reverence and disbelief as they stared, their gazes darting over him like he was some rare creature—admired, coveted, but too intimidating to approach.

"He's treating the young lady—saved her when no one else could, they say!" A younger maid breathed, her cheeks flushed.

"This is the first time I've seen him. I thought he'd be older, grumpier!" Another giggled, nudging her friend.

"Handsome, isn't he? Nothing like the rumors—thought he'd be all stern and scary!"

They hovered, their eyes drinking him in, some bold enough to edge closer, others too shy to move, their whispers a blend of awe and nervous excitement.

Cassius stood there, one hand on his hip, his smirk returning as he took in the scene, though confusion lingered in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a sharp, authoritative voice cut through the clamor.

"Enough of this nonsense!"

An older woman strode forward, her silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight bun, her apron crisp and her expression stern—the senior maid, clearly, her presence commanding instant respect.

She stopped short, her eyes widening briefly as she took in Cassius, a flicker of surprise betraying her composure before she masked it with a scowl aimed at the maids.

"Back to your duties, all of you! You're hounding Young Master Cassius like a pack of wild children—have you no shame? Leave him be!"

The maids hesitated, their faces falling as they glanced at Cassius, reluctant to tear themselves away. But the senior maid's glare sharpened, her hands planting on her hips as she snapped.

"Now! Or I'll have you scrubbing floors till midnight!"

That did it—the maids scattered, scampering back toward the mansion with a chorus of disappointed murmurs, though many cast longing looks over their shoulders, stealing every last glimpse of Cassius they could manage.

The senior maid then sighed, her shoulders relaxing as the courtyard emptied, and then turned to Cassius, her expression shifting to a composed, pleasant smile.

She bowed slightly, her voice respectful but warm. "Young Master Cassius, welcome to the mansion. I apologize for that...unseemly display. The girls are usually better behaved, I assure you. It won't happen again."

Cassius waved a hand, his smirk widening as he leaned back, crossing his arms.

"No harm done." He said, his tone light but laced with a teasing edge. "It's not every day I get swarmed by a bunch of pretty women staring at me like I'm some kind of saint...Kinda nice, actually."

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

"But what's got them so riled up? I'm just here to check on my patient, why the whole welcome parade?"

The senior maid's smile turned wry, a knowing glint in her eyes as she clasped her hands in front of her.

"It's because of the young lady, my lord." She said, her voice softening with gratitude. "Everyone in this household knows what you've done for her—how you've been treating her, bringing her back from the brink."

"She's getting stronger every day, smiling again, and it's all because of you. And the maids...they adore her, you see. She's like family to many of them, and they've been desperate to lay eyes on the man who's saving her."

"Usually, your visits are announced, and I manage to keep them in line—herd them into the kitchens or the laundry so they don't bother you. But today..."

She sighed, shaking her head.

"You came unannounced, and they lost all sense. I'm sorry you had to endure that."

Lucius, ever the diplomat, stepped forward with a polished smile, bowing slightly to the senior maid before Cassius could respond.

"No need to apologize, madam." He said, his voice smooth and warm, laced with a hint of playful charm. "It's only natural that the maids would adore my Young Master so—bursting out like that to catch a glimpse of him?"

"...I'd say they have excellent taste, recognizing a man as remarkable as he is. Why, I'd wager half the continent would do the same if they knew him as we do!"

Cassius's eyes narrowed, a scowl flashing across his face as he shot Lucius a sharp look.

"Shut it, Lucius." He snapped, his tone irritated. "Quit flapping your mouth and get back in line before I kick you there myself."

He jerked his head, and Lucius, with a pout, retreated a step, though his grin didn't fade, clearly pleased with his own theatrics.

Turning back to the senior maid, Cassius's scowl softened into a charming smile, his crimson eyes glinting with curiosity.

"But I gotta say, for the maids to lose it like that just because I showed up, they must love their young lady Vivi quite a lot."

He said, his voice casual but probing, even though he already knew why all the maids loved her so much from his previous interactions with her.

Hearing this, the senior maid's expression lit up, her stern demeanor melting into a proud, almost maternal glow as she clasped her hands together.

"Oh, of course they do, my lord." She said, her voice rich with affection. "The young lady Vivi—she's been bedridden her whole life, you know, plagued by that wretched illness...You'd think someone in her place would be the saddest soul, weighed down by despair, cursing a life where she couldn't run or play like others."

"...But our young lady? She's the brightest light in this mansion—maybe the whole continent! Always has been, even at her weakest."

She paused, her eyes softening as she continued, her words painting a vivid picture.

"She's kind to everyone—treats the maids like family, not servants. Always a smile, always a kind word, no matter how much pain she's in. That smile of hers—it's like sunshine breaking through a storm, makes your whole day brighter just to see it."

"The older maids, they look at her like she's their own daughter, fussing over her, praying for her every night. The younger ones?...They see her as a sister, someone to look up to, to learn from."

"...Her optimism, her heart, it's infectious. You can't not love her, my lord. It's like the sun itself lives in her soul."

Her gaze met Cassius's, a fierce devotion burning in her eyes as she added.

"I'd even give my life ten times over—more, if I could, if it meant she'd get better. If there was a way to trade my years for hers, I'd do it in a heartbeat." She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping with a hopeful intensity. "Is there...Is there any such way, my lord? Some treatment, some magic you know of?"

Cassius leaned back, raising his hands with a wry chuckle, his tone light but firm.

"Whoa, hold on there, I'm no witch, and I don't mess with magic like that. I'm just a guy who knows a bit about healing, not some sorcerer trading lives. Sorry to disappoint, but I stick to medicine, not miracles."

The senior maid's face fell slightly, but she nodded, stepping back with a resigned sigh.

"A pity." She murmured, though her respect for him didn't waver. "Still, what you've done for her—it's more than we ever hoped for."

Lucius, who didn't know Vivi as much as he wasn't there during all the visits was struck by the depth of the maid's devotion and the love Vivi clearly inspired in everyone around her. The weight of it hung in the air, making it clear the girl's impact, and for a moment, even Cassius's usual smirk softened, a flicker of something like respect in his eyes.

The senior maid then straightened, her composure returning as she met Cassius's gaze, a worried crease forming on her brow.

"Forgive me for asking, my lord, but...Is something wrong? Your visit today—it's unannounced. Is there a complication with the young lady's treatment?"

Cassius tilted his head, his smirk returning as he waved off her concern.

"What, I can't drop by unannounced? Gotta have a royal decree to check on my patient?" He teased, though his tone was gentle enough to ease her tension. "Relax, nothing's wrong. I was just passing through, figured I'd see how Vivi's doing."

The senior maid let out a visible sigh of relief, her hand pressing to her chest as she smiled.

"Oh, thank the gods." She said, her voice warm with gratitude. "I was worried something had gone amiss. You're a blessing, my lord, caring so much for your patients like this—checking in even when you don't have to. Truly, we're lucky to have a doctor like you."

Cassius chuckled, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "Don't go calling me a doctor—I'm not one. Just someone who picked up a few tricks here and there, that's all."

The senior maid's eyes widened, her voice rising with indignation as she waved a hand dismissively.

"Nonsense! That's not true in the slightest!" She said, her tone firm but respectful. "Even the lady of the house—Lady Diana, one of the finest doctors on the continent, sought after by kings and queens—she speaks of you with nothing but respect."

"She says your medical knowledge is extraordinary, that you found the ailment plaguing Lady Vivi when even she couldn't, despite all her years of study."

"...If you're not a doctor, my lord, then no one in this world deserves the title!"

Cassius let out a wry smile, his usual bravado tempered by a flicker of humility or as close to it as he ever got. Behind him, Lucius practically glowed with pride, his chest puffing out as he nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining as if to say, That's my Master!

The senior maid caught herself, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized she'd been rambling.

"Oh, forgive me I've kept you standing here too long." She said, bowing quickly. "Your time's precious, and we shouldn't waste it. Let me take you to the young lady at once."

She turned, leading them into the mansion's grand foyer, its marble floors gleaming under chandeliers that cast a soft, golden light.

As they walked, Cassius fell into step beside her, his voice casual but focused. "Treatment going alright, then? Everything I laid out being followed?"

"Oh, absolutely, my lord." The senior maid replied, her voice brimming with confidence. "Every instruction you gave, we've followed to the letter."

"Her rooms are kept spotless, well-ventilated—windows open every morning to let in fresh air. She's been getting sunlight daily, just as you ordered, and her diet's been adjusted exactly as you said—high-meat, high-energy, plenty of lean meats, fresh herbs, all the things you recommended to build her strength...The cooks have been meticulous, and Lady Vivi's been eating better than ever."

Cassius nodded, his expression satisfied. "Good, good. Sounds like you've got it under control. Where's she at right now? Her room?"

The senior maid's smile turned almost playful, a spark of amusement in her eyes as she shook her head.

"Not today, my lord. She's in the garden—getting that sunlight you insisted on. And..." She paused, her smile widening as if recalling something delightful. "...She's treating her own little patients at the moment."

Lucius's brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face as he trailed behind.

"Patients?" He murmured, mostly to himself. "But she's the only patient here...how's she treating others?"

His mind churned, trying to piece it together as they passed through the mansion's corridors, the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers giving way to the warm, earthy air of the garden beyond where the ever-so-loved Lady Vivi was...