Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 70 - 16th Days (1) | The First... (1)

"Lady Ana, time to wake up..."

A gentle yet firm voice broke through the quiet wooden manor in the morning.

This voice... came from the eccentric head butler of the household as he kneeled beside the lord’s new, exquisite bed...

With the lord herself still sleeping soundly on this ’S-Rank’ bed that they had just constructed last night.

"Uhm..." The red-haired mistress of the butler began to stir in her bed—slumber still had its hold on her, but...

"...Sebas...?" she murmured, recognizing the voice of her butler. "...Is that... you?"

"Of course, my lady. Sebas at your service~," the butler bowed his head courteously.

The mistress began to rub her drowsy eyes in an almost futile attempt to shake off her sleepiness, but... the sleepiness won the battle as she turned to go back to her wonderful sleep.

"My~, sleepy, aren’t you?" the butler mused, a small chuckle escaping from his mouth. "But skipping your duties and even breakfast? Now, that wouldn’t be such ladylike behavior, would it, my lady~?"

"...Duties...? Breakfast...?" She echoed his words, slowly processing them... but then—

Her eyes widened in an instant as she quickly sat up! She looked around her surroundings, seeing that the bright morning light had already seeped into the small wooden manor before her gaze landed on her smiling butler.

"...What time is it...?" she asked, eyes still groggy.

"Hmm... let’s see here." The butler promptly raised his left hand and pulled back the sleeve of his coat, revealing a silver wristwatch. "Hmm... it’s already 11:35, my lady~."

"E-eleven thirty—!?!?"

"Whoa now—!?"

The young noblewoman quickly got up from her bed as a tiny rush of adrenaline from her shock erased any lingering traces of sleepiness.

"Whoa there, my lady. It’s not good to suddenly jump up like that, you know." He propped his index finger up—a gesture of wisdom. "They say it’s bad for your health ’cause of the sudden rush of blood to the head."

"H-huh...?" She tilted her head in confusion, wondering about yet another strange ’wisdom’ of his. "W-what are you even talking about, Sir Sebas...?"

"Haha~, let’s just say it’s a piece of advice for your health. But moving aside the lecture..." The butler once again bowed his head in a courteous manner to his now fully awake mistress. "Good morning, my lady... or in this case, good almost noon~."

"...U...huh..."

Anastasia blinked away the last traces of drowsiness... before a thought crossed her mind, turning her gaze back to the butler.

"Sir Sebas... What about the other two?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep, referring, of course, to her two aides.

Sebas simply smiled, raising a gloved hand as he gestured toward both sides of her bed. "Still in dreamland, my lady~."

True to his words, her loyal aides—Martha and Bella—were still fast asleep on their newly crafted beds, one on each side of Anastasia’s own.

And as usual...

Her armorless knight lay sprawled out in the most unladylike posture imaginable—belly exposed, limbs tossed in every direction, and...

"Snore..."

...a snore was escaping her mouth.

Meanwhile, her maid... was lost in whatever pleasant fantasy occupied her dreams, murmuring softly to herself with a blissful smile... even drooling a little as she giggled.

"Lady Anastasia... please let me take the cloud home... zzz..."

Anastasia... slowly sighed, dragging a hand down her face in silent shame. To think her aides had not only overslept but in such an unruly state...

But then again... she herself had overslept too.

The bed they’d crafted really was top-notch quality if all three of them had slept in like this, but...

’...We’ve been sleeping on simple, ragged cloth beds on the floor all this time, so... I guess I can allow them a little more rest.’

Shaking off her thoughts, she turned her attention back to the ever-smiling butler of hers.

"...Is there anything planned for today, Sir Sebas?"

"Hmm... not much, my lady," he mused, tilting his head slightly. "Although, if I may suggest—how about paying a visit to your region’s farm?"

A brief pause... before she gave a small nod.

"Good idea... Let’s."

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"Hmmm~, looks promising, right, my lady?"

"...I don’t know if I could see it that way, Sir Sebas..."

The butler Sebas and his mistress Anastasia had been crouching near one of the vegetable patches of their newly planted farm.

It had been a few days since they’d planted these crops, and now the duo of master and servant were inspecting the result of their blood and sweat, and it was... very surprising, to say the least.

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"Three days in, and these potatoes are already sprouting tall~!"

The farm that they’d just planted just recently had already been sprouting row after row of healthy green shoots.

While Anastasia wasn’t exactly well-versed in the matter of farming... she at least knew that all of these sudden growth spurts weren’t exactly normal... again, to say the least.

"Amazing, isn’t it~?"

"Again... I’m not sure if I could see it that way," she admitted, "in contrast... this is making me quite worry."

"Haha~, what’s there to worry about, my lady?"

"...That the plants would suddenly turn into monsters?"

Her blunt remark brought another chuckle from the butler, but she wasn’t exactly joking here.

Although quite rare, plant monsters did exist in Florentia, and they could vary from one type to another—whether from the daily farmer’s crops or... even to your everyday beautiful flowers.

And... they were always carnivorous. No exception.

"Don’t worry, they won’t, they won’t~," he offered a reassuring smile... but his smile turned into a sheepish one, "...well, if they do turn into one, we could still eat them though."

"Please don’t subject me to another one of your monster-based diets, Sir Sebas."

But nevertheless... the two of them were delighted to see that their farm was thriving beyond expectations.

And they were looking forward to the fruition of their farm—

"Well, this is quite the sight~."

"…!"

A voice suddenly broke their moment, sharp and unexpected. Both Sebas and Anastasia swiftly turned their gaze toward the source—

A visitor.