Marquis' Express Butler

The last job in Rosetta went smoothly. There were no bold events, and those who came to eat did not complain in particular.

At least the Barian, the Knight Leader, came to me and made me a little nervous. The Knight Leader Baryan and the Knights under the command expressed their satisfaction with the food.

Thanks to you, all the ingredients from Primera are running low or low, but chef Ramsey will have to deal with the problem later.

We still need time to deal with the Alcaine Merchants Guild.

Maybe Chef Ramsey should head down to Primera after all.

“You've been through a lot. I've worked in a mansion for over a decade now, but I've never been a butler apprentice as diligent and competent as you! Apprentices work hard, but there's a side to being young. But you're different. ”

A compliment came from Chef Ramsay for the first time. Is that the same flute I used to know? It makes me feel better.

“Thank you for looking out for me. I had a great time working with the chef. ”

“Hahaha. Be sure to work hard and become an official butler. ”

“That might be a little difficult. ”

“Why?”

“I've decided to leave here in a month. ”

“What? That's ridiculous! ”

Chef Ramsey was startled. I made a fabulous face. Of course, you don't have to leave here after a month is up. I'm going to raise the ball to suck more honey.

“If you fail, who will be the butler? ”

“I had a personal situation. There was a gap in work because of the injury. I don't know if the decision will be reversed...... but I will often come and say hello anyway. Chef.”

“I don't know what happened, but work hard. If I work hard, I'm sure something good will happen! ”

“Thank you."

“And the Baryan Master is interested in you, so if you need an introduction, let me know. ”

“Yes, Chef. ”

In fact, I had a chance to talk to the knights today. Chef Ramsey told me a nice story about myself when he introduced food.

Who wouldn't be grateful to be able to eat something delicious?

The commander of the Knights asked for my name, and I said two letters of my name with courage.

In fact, it was also an opportunity for me.

Because after I was reborn, I tried to make kites with knights to learn swordsmanship somehow.

But I quit.

First of all, there was no one I could trust. If you attract their attention in a situation you don't know well, you will be drawn to the battlefield and you will be forced to struggle.

I've mentioned it before, but the army is enough to go once.

So what I chose was the Book of Books.

I heard that there are a variety of books stored here. As it was a family with a deep history and tradition, there were many books stored there.

It was Lohan's information through information, so I could trust it somewhat.

My goal is simple

Reading every martial arts book there.

Of course, theory and practice are different. I'm well aware of that.

But right now, what I need is not a real sword. As long as I have the materials to teach the basics, I am confident that I can take care of future applications.

There are plenty of decent sandbags like Veron.

It was given to me by Lohan a while ago, and he said that the Butler Apprentice's fitness and martial arts training process will begin soon.

As the butler handles the family's major affairs, he should at least be familiar with factor escort. There are knights, but they have a double or triple security system.

I was going to compete naturally, and I was going to test the basics of martial arts I had learned at the time.

And there was another purpose to working in the archives.

“First and foremost, I need to find out the identity of this power that flows through my heart. ”

Every phenomenon has a reason.

I thought the power of this mysterious oil that was twitching in my heart must be explained somewhere. I was convinced the other day when I fought Calmond.

At that moment, when I empowered the sword, he was surprised to see my changing color blade.

It also meant that he knew the identity of my power. If he knew the back alley, he would have written a few lines in the book.

In fact, I am somewhat anticipating the identity of my powers.

Mana, the power to be a source of magic.

If you're trying to energize a weapon like a body or a sword, all you can think about is Mana. It would be a similar source of energy without having to be called Mana.

Then there is an interesting hypothesis.

Magical presence.

Doesn't it just rattle you? You can do magic without 30 years of sympathy!

But ever since I was reborn, I haven't felt the presence of magic at all. I had never seen anyone use magic in a mansion.

Even when you were out investigating the Alcaine Merchant Guild, you didn't get any clue about magic. People have never even heard of magic.

Then the quickest way to solve this question is through the books.

It's the surest way to inherit the knowledge of the distant past.

So I went back to my lodging.

As soon as I returned, I locked the door and moved the bed to the side. There was nothing on the floor, but I could see it. The slightest crack.

I wedged a sharp iron between the cracks and held it up using the lever principle.

Kirik.

The door opens and a secret compartment appears.

Inside was the evidence I had collected so far and a mysterious box from the upper warehouse. Holding the box in my hand suddenly reminds me of a conversation I overheard this morning.

“They're trying to find this box. What the hell did he hear in there? ”

I spent several hours struggling to open this box, but I didn't give up and hung back on it.

There was no keyhole, but there was no lock from the outside. The ornament was glamorous, but none of it was a clue.

I pulled, pressed and did everything I could, but the box didn't think to open its mouth.

“Ha. This sucks. ”

It would have been better if you had a password like a puzzle. Then you can at least use your head.

How am I supposed to open this box?

But that's when it became popular outside.

The sound of your footsteps is getting closer. I quickly returned the crate to its original position, then closed the lid and put the bed back in place.

Knock, knock.

I opened the door myself. A pretty girl looked up at me with a smile. It was Arwen.

“Sorry to interrupt your break. ”

“No, come in. ”

Welcome to the car I was waiting for.

I robbed Cornell's Trainer's Office, robbed the Merchant Guild Storage, and asked Arwen to provide evidence. Ask Miss Sapiella to arrange an opportunity to meet after she hates this.

Since Miss Sapiella was aware of my existence, it was worth it if only she was interested in the case.

My strategy was simple.

Sapiella's predisposition was already known. In short, she has a strong ego. Like all nobles.

Moreover, the vanity of a beautiful woman and the majesty that comes from the future of her family are mixed together and her pride is quite solid.

Then it's simple.

Scratching out her pride.

A small merchant merchant merchant merchant merchant would be furious if he found out that he was trying to ruin his own dinner.

Until now, it seems that Cornell has blocked the information appropriately, but if I pick up the specific evidence and stab it right away, she will also fix her mind.

In order to do that, we need to get a chance to meet her alone.

“How did it go? ”

“Sorry, I haven't told the lady yet. It's hard to keep time apart. ”

Sapiella's infancy always carried a few maids. So it's going to take some time to adjust to the timing of being alone.

This is what I expected.

I was the one who asked you to take it out when you were alone with Sapiella.

“It's okay, so take care of it when you get a chance. ”

“Yes, I understand. How was your day? ”

“What's the big deal? ”

“I thought you were doing something too dangerous……. ”

Arwen looks genuinely worried. She's so pretty and so innocent. The original owner of this body was a blessed man.

But I wasn't very jealous.

Because he's my man now. I don't know how I got into this body or what's going on behind it, but I didn't want to miss what I had in my hand.

“Don't worry. It'll all work out somehow. ”

“Maybe……. ”

Arwen lowers her voice for a moment. I waited quietly until she spoke.

“This is really just a question. What would you do if you were to leave the mansion? ”

“I never thought of that. ”

“Why?”

“I'm not leaving here. ”

Arwen seems surprised at my defeat. Clear, transparent eyes enlarge and illuminate my appearance.

“Wait a minute. As you can see, I'm going to raise the ball and become a butler. ”

“Yes, I hope so. ”

Arwen smiles brightly. I don't know if you're smiling like this as a friend or if you have some other emotion, but it's not bad.

“By the way, Dylan, you've really changed a lot. Ever since he got hurt? ”

“I think so, too. ”

I have to change. The shells are the same, but the egg blind is different.

But I can't tell her that story.

I don't want to. He said he was crazy anyway, and he wouldn't believe me. I'll just say it's a lot of head injuries.

Hmm? But something's wrong with the atmosphere.

Arwen is blushing for some reason. Do you really want to come in?

“You're late. I'll be going, then. Good night."

“You, too.”

You're mistaken.

Arwen waves a small, cute hand and disappears to the end of the hall. I locked the door again and lay in bed. I feel empty for some reason and wet my heart.

* * *

The next day, I was excited to go to the stand.

Of course, I stopped by the trainer's office before I went to the archives. A man named Roy doesn't look so good yet.

Of course. If I had good news, I wouldn't have shown up here alive.

Anyway, the closer I got to the garage, the lighter my steps got. What can we learn there?

“Greetings. I'm Dylan and I'll be assisting you here today. ”

“You're the apprentice to the rumor. ”

A rumored apprentice? What rumor is spreading?

The senior deacon who saw my curious face burst out a fabulous smile.

“Hahaha! You heard the story from Rosetta, friend. I heard you helped Ramsay. Ramsay is my friend. ”

“I see. I didn't help. I just did what I had to do as a butler apprentice." ”

“Damn. I like it. ”

The senior deacon nodded his head wide and introduced himself.

“My name is Stuart. I'm the butler here. ”

I don't give a shit about names.

Why don't you take me to the precinct?