The Justice of Bad Guys

At dawn in Stark Manor, Alvin was busy at the stove, making breakfast for several people.

Stark Manor had once had a wonderful chef, but after the attack, all the staff had been sent home on "paid leave."

Alvin hadn't been keen on doing any work, but when he saw the old butler Albus practically itching to take over, he'd had no choice but to grit his teeth and make breakfast for everyone.

Butler Albus stood beside Alvin with a box of fresh eggs in his hands. Watching his busy guest, the old butler said with some displeasure, "This should be my job. Making a guest cook for himself is disrespectful to me!"

Alvin took a few eggs from the box in the old butler's hands and shot him a sideways look. "Staying alive" or "disrespecting you"—that's an easy choice!"

As he spoke, Alvin deftly cracked the eggs into the Frying Pan to make some fried eggs.

The old butler glared at Alvin, who clearly had no respect for his elders, looking a little awkward. "You should try my English Breakfast Tea. Old Stark praised my skills to no end."

Alvin looked at the stubborn old butler with a sour expression. "How old was Stark's old man when he died?"

The old butler froze, then his expression darkened. "The old master died in a Car Accident..."

Alvin looked at Albus, who seemed to have more to say. After a moment, he said, "I'm sorry, but...

You don't seem to believe what you just said. Is there something I ought to know, or am I misunderstanding your accent?"

Albus paused. Alvin's sensitivity to people's emotions surprised him. After considering Alvin's question, the old butler said, "There were many suspicious things about the old master's Car Accident...

Well, never mind. It happened