I look for her inhaler, but...

Augh! I love you, Krauss and Natsuhi, but how could you be so foolish? You left your daughter alone with some stranger and didn't even bother to tell him about her medical condition, or where she kept the inhaler to deal with it! Spurred by a sense of duty rare among someone who knows he can't save any lives, I began turning the room upside down noisily, **** to right my wrong. I like to think I was just about to find it...

... When suddenly the door slammed open. That servant, Kanon, was rushing to his lady's rescue. That must be why Natsuhi didn't bother telling me. If Kanon was stationed nearby and heard Jessica so much as cough once, that dashing lad would be running through the door. I imagined Natsuhi probably wasn't aware of just how urgently that boy would be running, though, moving like a boy possessed.

He thrust me harshly out of the way for a young man his size, then kneeled next to Jessica. For those of you who haven't seen him before, Kanon is a rather small young man with dark hair in a red beret, a black servant's coat, and red breeches. He's a hard-working servant, but he tends to fade into the background. Well, unless you're a young woman looking for love, of course. Right now, his sharp eyes were piercing through my dirty soul. "Mr. Player, what have you done?!"

Right... my dick was still hanging out, and poor Jessica was still covered in my business. Sorry, Kanon.

That young man was frowning at the task before him. However, dutifully, like exemplary furniture, he cleaned up the mess on Jessica's face with a pocket cloth before producing an inhaler from his pocket. Ah... in that moment, I had a hard time imagining how Jessica ever managed to die with such a dependable guardian angel in her corner. I love Kanon, too.

Jessica was breathing normally again. All of her fluster and frustration seemed to have transferred to her servant, who was rising with a dark look on his face.

With Jessica hardly conscious, the two of us were alone. Kanon raised his hand horizontally across his chest, as if performing some servant's salute.

"You bastard... I'm only furniture, but I can serve milady. Even if that's only by returning her breath... or by taking out her garbage."

Ah.... you're talking about me, aren't you Kanon? It makes my heart flutter a little bit to be looked down on by you, you know?

Your ninja sword is too cool!