Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 63 - 14th Days (8) | Windy Training Session (6)
The three servants—Sebas, Martha, and even Bella (reluctantly)—worked together to clean up the plateau highland.
What had once been a clean and green low-grassland that was perfect for any outdoor activity and, of course, perfect for warrior training... was now stained with the aftermath of their battle.
So, they had a lot of work to do here.
By the way—Anastasia had tried to offer her help with the cleaning too, but all three servants just vehemently refused her assistance.
"Don’t worry, my lady. I’ll clean this place up so that you can enjoy it once more," Martha assured her mistress confidently, straightening herself.
"I-Indeed, Your Grace. Please allow us to clean this place up..." Bella added, though there was a slight hesitation in her voice—a clear evidence of her reluctance against these gory messes...
"Yeah, Lady Ana. Don’t worry about it and just enjoy the view," Sebas chimed in casually, his usual composed smile lingering on his lips.
"I see... well, if that’s the case, then please work hard for me," Anastasia responded with a graceful nod.
"Yes, ma’am!"
And now, they began to work.
Limb after limb, chunk after chunk of bloodwing remains were gathered into one spot near the forest entrance.
Sebas made sure to separate the precious red wings of the bloodwings while the rest of the grotesque mess was piled together.
It was a sight that would make any normal person’s stomach churn… and that held especially true for the blonde maid.
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Though the bulk of the remains had been cleared, the blood… the blood was still everywhere—thick, dark stains seeping into the ground. The heavy stench of iron hung in the once fresh air of the plateau... refusing to fade away.
"…What should we do about all this blood, Sir Sebas?" The mistress, Anastasia, finally asked, pinching her nose slightly. "It’s… well, it’s everywhere."
Sebas, ever the calm butler that he was, wiped his hands off from the blood sticking to them.
"Well, I could use a simple water arcana to wash it away. It’s how I disposed of the dead monsters when you first arrived here, my lady." His tone was casual—like cleaning up piles of corpses was no different from sweeping a dusty floor. "But… I have a better idea."
"A better idea?"
Her inquiry was only met with a smile. Without another word, the butler reached into his coat and, as if pulling it from thin air, produced a familiar round creature—a soft, jiggly slime!
"It’s the slime...!" The mistress exclaimed softly, surprised to see the water-droplet-like creature again after so long.
"...It’s been a while since I’ve seen these things," the knight muttered, tilting her head. "I thought they were all busy back home."
"Well, I always carry some of them in my coat~," the butler said with an amused chuckle.
"Seriously, Sir Butler...?" Martha further questioned, but only received the same smile as before from him.
However, someone else was quite excited to see this little jiggly fellow—
"Joe 7!" Bella suddenly squealed, clasping her hands together in delight. "Awww, you’re back~!"
"Joe… 7?" Martha’s brow twitched. "Did you seriously name it again? What’s more, you used the same name and numbering system as before..."
"Of course, I would, Miss Martha," Bella huffed, a small pout gracing her lips. "These guys are our precious, hardworking friends who keep Lady Anastasia’s region clean!"
"I-I see..."
Martha was left baffled by Bella’s enthusiasm, with the maid now returning to pet the slime in Sebas’s hand, her eyes sparkling as if she had reunited with a long-lost pet.
Sebas allowed the maid her moment before turning to address the slime in his hand.
"Joe 7, we’ve got work to do," he addressed the slime firmly. "You and your brethren—clean up every drop of blood, every piece of meat and guts. But… leave the feathers untouched. We’ll need those for the bedding, alright?"
The slime gave an enthusiastic wiggle, jiggling in what seemed like agreement.
Then, with a small hop, it leaped from Sebas’s palm onto the blood-soaked ground.
And in the next instant… more slimes appeared—!
Dozens—no, an entire army of them emerged from the edge of the plateau, squishing and bouncing as they spread across the battlefield!
"W-what the—?!" Martha staggered back, wide-eyed. "Where did they all come from?!"
Even Anastasia, with all her noble composure, couldn’t hide her surprise. "There are… so many…"
The slimes wasted no time. They wriggled and slid across the ground, absorbing every trace of blood in their path.
Some of the more eager ones even darted toward the bloodwing remains, devouring the flesh and organs with impressive speed—all while carefully leaving the valuable feathers untouched and spotless.
Bella clapped her hands in endearment. "They’re so diligent~! Aren’t they adorable?"
Martha, on the other hand, just sighed in exasperation. "Adorable isn’t exactly the word I’d use…"
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After properly setting up the place for the knight’s training session...
A tense silence had fallen over the plateau.
Sebas and Martha now stood several paces apart, the distance between them heavy with anticipation.
Both the butler and the knight held their swords at the ready—each blade gleaming beneath the sunlight.
Martha’s expression was cautious, her body tense as she adjusted her stance.
After all... this wasn’t just some casual sparring session—she knew better than to underestimate the man before her. Anticipation coursed through her veins… along with a hint of anxiety.
In contrast, Sebas appeared as calm and composed as ever. His posture was relaxed—almost too relaxed in the eyes of everyone present, but...
Martha’s sharp gaze caught the truth beneath the surface.
In his supposed casual stance—there was no opening. Not a single weak point in his stance.
He was… perfect. A figure of a swordsman that Martha had been aspiring to become.
On the sidelines, Anastasia and Bella watched in bated breath, their eyes fixed on the two warriors.
And then—
Martha moved first!
With a swift step forward, her blade cut through the air, aiming straight for the butler’s side—
CLANG!
But the butler had already anticipated such a strike as he lifted his longsword to meet the knight’s blade.
Their training session had now... begun.
