Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 57 - 14th Days (2) | A Bed Fit for a Lady (2)

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"Wha—!? S-Sir Butler—?!?" Martha’s face flushed red as she spun toward him. "Y-You didn’t have to tell her like that!"

Anastasia, however, merely let out a soft giggle—she had already suspected as much.

After all… if it were any other day, her knight would’ve been bickering with her butler over every little thing... even if they were working toward the same goal.

But from what she’d seen just now? The brunette knight had been surprisingly… docile.

"Sigh... and here I thought you two finally learned to get along," Anastasia mused, her tone light but knowing. "I should’ve known there was something else behind it."

"W-well, he did promise that training after all, but he kept postponing it in favor of the farm..." she mumbled under her breath, crossing her arms as her voice lowered into a grumble, "…even though there were, like, one or two days when we actually had free time…"

Her low grumbling, however, was still heard by the butler in question and earned her a soft chuckle from him.

"Come now, Miss Knight," Sebas drawled teasingly while resuming his work on the wooden frame.

His back was against the knight herself and his mistress; his eyes focused on the job, but the maid beside him could see the playful glint in them. "I highly prefer to focus on one job at a time~."

"You could’ve made some time if you really wanted to," the knight huffed in irritation, clearly not convinced by his nonchalant excuse. "I’ve seen you back then—just lazing around watching the farm as if something’s gonna pop off from it... and it turned out nothing happened!"

And she was right on that matter—the butler had mostly been idle on those two days of no actual farming work, waiting on the once-empty tilled soil of their farm.

"...I’ve been wondering about that too," Anastasia admitted quietly, her curiosity piqued.

"Uhm... S-sir Sebas," Bella tried to catch his attention amidst his work, "was there perhaps something wrong with the soil before...?"

Despite the confusion and the growing concern over the strange matter, the butler only let out another chuckle as usual.

"It’s nothing serious, ladies. I’m just curious about what our magic fertilizer would do to our farm."

"M-magic fertilizer...?" the maid echoed in further confusion but quickly realized— "You mean that super smelly one!? Was there something wrong with it, Sir Sebas...?!"

"Hahaha~, don’t worry, don’t worry, there was nothing wrong with it or even with our farm~," he replied smoothly, "...I think."

"Y-y-you think...?!"

"Oi, butler, don’t mess around with Bella’s head," Martha reprimanded the butler who was snickering to himself, before her eyes narrowed. "And also... care to explain this magic fertilizer? Should I also be wary of any potential mishap of yours...?"

"It should be fine~," Sebas reassured them, returning to his usual nonchalant light as he continued working on the wooden frame. "The magic fertilizer will work as intended and our crops will grow well… hell, well enough that they might even grow faster than usual."

Upon hearing his reassurance, the maid’s face instantly brightened with relief.

"Oh, thank the gods above… I was worried I messed something up again," she mumbled in earnest, her shoulders visibly relaxing.

She would have felt quite horrible if, after all that work (and enduring the vile stench to boot), it had gone to waste.

However, the thought of ’faster-growing crops’ made the blonde maid quite excited about the prospect. "S-sir Sebas, if that magic fertilizer really works well as you said... then our harvests will be amazing, won’t they...?"

"They will, they will~."

"Yeah~!"

Both butler and maid cheered together at the thought of their would-be bountiful harvest.

However, the same could not be said for the other two ’serious’ gals of the group.

Anastasia and Martha exchanged a glance—both catching on to the part the butler wasn’t saying...

"...Sir Sebas," Anastasia called out, her voice holding a suspicious edge as her gaze narrowed on him, "...how can you be so sure it’ll work as you imagined it would be?"

Sebas only let out a soft chuckle at her sharp, unyielding curiosity toward him.

"Remember that I mentioned a friend of mine?"

The mistress gave a slow nod, her suspicion still lingering.

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"I’ve seen the results of her research firsthand. Amazing stuff, I tell you, and especially with this magic fertilizer that she gave to me," he added, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it himself, "she tested them on common crops and flowers, and they yield damn incredible results in just a shorter period of time."

"Truly...?" Anastasia remarked; intrigued. Her curiosity piqued by the way her butler recalled his friend in quite the fond tone.

"Yup. That’s why I was confident with using it on our farm..." he admitted... but, his voice dipping slightly, "...I ’was,’ though, because I’ve just realized the problem—it was only tested on ’normal’ soil."

"...! The mana problem—!"

Upon hearing his words, Anastasia’s expression shifted to shock as realization dawned on her.

Her mind immediately returned to the peculiar nature of this godforsaken land—the dense mana it constantly emitted...!

Martha, however, tilted her head in confusion. "Mana... problem?"

The knight had heard of a similar conversation before—particularly the first time during the toilet slime case.

"...Lady Anastasia, I apologize for intruding upon your deliberations, but..." she pressed cautiously, carefully gathering her words, "...what are you two talking about? What is this ’mana problem’ that you speak of, Your Grace?"

The mistress didn’t answer her knight’s inquiry right away—she hadn’t even told Martha nor Bella of the circumstances within this land...

It was not because she couldn’t articulate her thoughts well enough for it... but because... she’d realized that the revelation might shock them greatly.

"Lady Ana, let me handle the long-winded explanation," Sebas offered smoothly.

And Anastasia reluctantly agreed. "...Yes, it might be better if it’s coming from you, Sir Sebas."

"W-what are you two even talking about here...?" Martha demanded, her confusion rising from their cryptic exchange.

With one final strike, the butler hammered the last nail into the wooden frame—finally completing the bed.

Rising to his full height, he dusted his hands off before turning toward the two women.

It’s gonna be a long story, Miss Knight," he said with a faint smile. "So... how about I tell you while we also get your training session going?"

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