Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 69 - 15th Days (4) | S-Rank Bed (5)

Later that day, when the sun was almost dipping toward the horizon...

They all gathered once again around the large magic extraction circle board—courtesy of their head butler and his trusty magic circle wooden-board-cutout stencil.

They all witnessed the "mana gathering" formation circles still glowing with an ethereal light, along with the feathers and the prominent Black Irons placed at the center of each circle.

But... what was interesting about the process was not just the lightshow these circles produced.

What was even more fascinating was... the end-product result of both the feathers and the Black Irons.

The previously pinkish-colored feathers of the Bloodwings... had now turned a completely pure white, almost colorless. They were feathers in their most purified form ever.

Rather than resembling feathers from an avian monster, they looked as if they had come from just regular old geese.

Though... the size of these feathers was still monster-like.

"W-Wow... they’re so white!" Bella gasped, reaching out but stopping just short of touching them—remembering that the process had not yet finished. "T-They don’t even look like monster feathers anymore, do they, Miss Martha?"

"Yeah... I couldn’t believe it myself," Martha muttered, narrowing her eyes in disbelief. "They look like regular geese feathers... but they’re not—they’re the Bloodwing’s feathers that were crimson red."

Sebas, meanwhile, chuckled softly at their reactions.

"These, my dear ladies, are the purest and most refined form of Bloodwing feathers that you could possibly get," he explained, gesturing toward the pile of gleaming white plumes. "Every bit of residual mana has been extracted—leaving only the monster feather’s natural properties behind."

"That’s... amazing," the knight whispered, still awestruck. She was almost tempted to grab one of these plumes and feel what 100% purified monster material would feel like.

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But then, their attention shifted to the next—and probably the most important—part of the magic circle extraction... the Black Irons.

And their surprise was even greater than the pure white feathers.

Those metals that had once been entirely black lumps? They were now lumps of green metal.

These green metallic blocks looked almost like an entirely new metal altogether—plus the ethereal glow they were emitting made them even more otherworldly.

Anastasia’s eyes widened as the soft, green light reflected off her face, even from a distance.

"Incredible... I’ve never seen such condensed mana in Black Iron with this much intensity...!" she murmured, unable to hide her fascination. "It’s completely green, unlike any Black Iron I’ve seen before that only emitted faint ethereal traces. But these ones? It feels as if the metal itself is alive...!"

Sebas gave a small hum, tilting his head slightly as he observed the glowing blocks.

"Well, it’s no surprise there, my lady," he remarked casually. "These Black Irons have absorbed all of the Green Mana from the Bloodwing feathers. With that much concentrated energy, they’ve now become what many alchemists call... Mana Metal."

"Green Mana... Wind Mana... Mana Metal...!" Anastasia whispered under her breath, as if the implications of such a discovery were only just sinking in.

"Pretty neat, right~?" Sebas grinned, clearly pleased with the results. "These things will be really useful, I bet~."

"Indeed, Sir Sebas..." she nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on the glowing blocks, as if already imagining the countless applications these newly transformed metals could offer.

As if on cue, all the magic circles began to dim—one by one—until the glowing lines faded completely.

What remained were the purified, snow-white plumes and the green, glowing Mana Metals... the fruits of their labor.

Sebas clapped his hands together, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

"Well then, ladies... let’s get these beds filled~!"

His voice, filled with a strange enthusiasm, echoed throughout the whole region...!

And to his excitement—

"Yes, sir!" Bella chirped, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"This is going to be interesting," Martha added with a small chuckle.

"...I am curious myself," Anastasia admitted, though her composed tone couldn’t quite hide the spark of excitement in her gaze.

Without missing a beat, Bella promptly brought out one of the thick white cloth covers—the ticking for the bed—that both she and Sebas had carefully knitted together.

"Here it is, Sir Sebas~!" She held it up with pride, the sturdy fabric stretching wide between her hands.

With that, they all got to work.

Piece by piece, they began gathering the purified feathers, stuffing those soft, white plumes into the cloth. The downy feathers filled the ticking with surprising ease, swelling and fluffing as they slowly shaped it into what would soon become a bed.

For a while, the soft rustle of feathers and the occasional murmur between them were the only sounds that could be heard...

But everyone could feel the anticipation building up within each of them...!

And eventually, after stuffing about a quarter of the white plumes in the field, they finished crafting... a single bed.

It had been laid carefully on the wooden board where the magic circles had once glowed.

Then... silence.

The three ladies stood side by side, gulping quietly as they stared at the newly made bed in front of them—each of them clearly curious, perhaps even a little nervous, to see just how it felt.

Sebas, still wearing that amused smile, tilted his head in faux confusion.

"Well? What are you gals waiting for?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "Go on—try it out~."

The three ladies exchanged glances with each other for a moment...

But no words were needed. A shared understanding passed between them... and in the next instant—

"Hyaah!"

"Whoah—!?"

With a burst of synchronized excitement, they all jumped onto the bed at the same time.

Even the ever-composed butler raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised by their eagerness.

And the moment they landed—

"...Ah..."

A collective sigh escaped their lips.

Soft. Light. As if they had just fallen into a bed of clouds.

The weight of their bodies seemed to melt away, cradled by the sheer fluffiness beneath them. It was unlike anything they had ever experienced.

"I-It’s so soft...!" Bella rolled onto her back, giggling uncontrollably. "Hehehe~, I could just sink in forever...!"

"This... this is incredible," Anastasia murmured, her voice softer than usual as she rested her head against the plushness.

"This is bad... I might not want to get up again," Martha admitted, with a rare smile tugging at her lips.

Sebas chuckled quietly to himself. He was glad that all the effort they had made bore success as he continued to watch over their satisfied and smiling expressions.

And so, with that, they had finally completed their bed quest.