Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 60 - 14th Days (5) | Windy Training Session (3)

"B-Bloodwings...!?" The knight, Martha, gasped, her voice trembling slightly as she quickly brandished her sword…!

"That’s right~," the butler, Sebas, answered smoothly, stepping forward to prepare himself for the upcoming assault. "C-Rank avian monsters known for their signature red ’bloodied’ wings."

Those ’bloodied’ wings—avian monsters numbering in the dozens—rose into the blue sky, soaring higher than the plateau highland. They circled the four humans below, their sharp eyes fixed on Anastasia and her servants… like birds of prey stalking their next meal.

"But there’s too many of them…!" She clenched her teeth, gripping her sword tighter. "I thought they were solitary monsters—not these pack-hunting fiends...!"

"Usually, they are. However, remember, Miss Knight… this is The Garden of Hell," he explained calmly, his tone unshaken. "Different monsters adapt to different behaviors depending on the environment they live in."

He raised his longsword into the air, pointing at the avian monsters that continued to circle above—waiting for the perfect moment to strike…!

"The ones found in the ’wilds’ of Florentia are solitary because of competition for prey—even amongst themselves. But here…? They wouldn’t survive long against the more powerful monsters that roam this place. Thus, they’ve adapted a pack mentality."

He glanced back at the still-shocked knight with a faint, almost playful smile. "Pretty interesting survival tactic of theirs, right?"

"Like hell it is! This is even worse!" the knight snapped, her frustration bleeding into her voice. "A single Bloodwing is already bad enough because of its annoying hit-and-run attacks—a whole flock of them will tear us apart from every direction!"

"Ahaha~, don’t be such a worrywart, Miss Knight~. It’s not like they’re any stronger here—they just decided that sharing a bit means more survival for the lot," the butler quipped without shred of worry in his voice.

He then tilted his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "While their pack attacks are annoying to deal with, they’re relatively the same monsters regardless... though they do pack a slightly meaner punch because of the amplified wind magic in their wings..."

"So, they are stronger after all?!"

"Well, yeah, I guess, but it feels like they’re the same to me overall."

"That’s because of your ridiculous strength, you damn monster of a butler..."

Amidst their bickering, a distressed Anastasia and a fear-stricken Bella finally retreated from the edge of the cliff—having almost fallen off from the shock of the bloodwings’ sudden appearance.

"Martha! Sir Sebas!" The red-haired mistress called out, worry etched across her face as she and her blonde maid approached the duo for protection.

However, Bella quickly ran and hid behind both Sebas and Martha, seeking shelter as panic gripped her.

"What’s going on? Why are so many of these bloodwings gathered in one place...?!" Anastasia demanded, confusion and unease clear in her voice.

It seemed that neither of them had caught the conversation between the butler and the knight...

"Hmm, well, we could go over the whole explanation bit again, my lady, but..." The butler shrugged. "Let’s just say these birds like to group up here rather than feeling lonely in the wild~."

"H-Huh...?" Anastasia blinked, a bit taken aback by his usual nonchalant demeanor. "W-Well, in any case—how should we fend off these avian monsters?"

"For sure, my lady. In fact—we are specifically looking for these bloody-winged fellows~."

"W-What?!"

"H-Huh?!"

"Wait, what did you say, butler?!"

Anastasia and Bella were obviously in shock over the revelation, while Martha’s own surprise quickly turned to fury.

"You damn butler! How could you bring your mistress to a place knowing the danger?!" the knight barked, eyes blazing with anger.

"You really expect this whole place to be monster-free?" He shot back with a raised eyebrow.

"Ugh... You’ve got a point there..." Martha begrudgingly admitted, though the irritation in her tone remained. "But you could’ve at least warned us if we were going to face these kinds of monsters! And what did you mean by specifically looking for them, huh?!"

"Ah, my bad~," Sebas replied, his voice light and casual—far too casual for the situation. "I wanted to collect their wings."

"For what exactly...?" Anastasia chimed in, tilting her head in confusion.

"For your bed, my lady."

A heavy silence fell over the group.

"Huh...?"

Martha, Anastasia, and even Bella muttered in disbelief. They blinked a few times, staring at him, struggling to process his absurd answer to such a serious situation.

The butler only chuckled softly, always amused by their dumbfounded reactions.

Without another word, he turned his focus back as he stepped forward—his eyes fixed on the flock of bloodwings circling above.

"Skreeee!"

And as if provoked by his attitude, one of the larger bloodwings screeched in fury. Soon... several of the avian monsters suddenly dived—FAST.

Martha’s grip tightened on her sword’s hilt as she quickly moved forward to stand between the descending bloodwings and both Anastasia and Bella. "My lady! Please stay close—"

But she didn’t even get to finish.

Because... the first bloodwing to reach them... was already dealt with.

In one smooth motion, the butler had already swung his longsword—no flourish, no wasted movement. Just a clean, merciless strike.

SLASH!

The first few bloodwings didn’t even have time to screech—each of their bodies split clean in half, both pieces falling lifelessly to the ground.

And the others of their brethren?

Another pack of bloodwings tried to rush him—swarming like a wave of talons and beaks—

But it didn’t matter.

Because the only thing they met... was his blade.

SLASH—SLASH—SLASH!

In the blink of an eye, limbs, wings, and severed heads scattered across the ground—slaughtered without a shred of mercy. It was as if they’d been butchered like common livestock chickens.

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Sebas, with the now-bloody longsword, glanced back at the shocked Martha with a grin.

"See? Like I said, they’re not really much different than the ones we’d find anywhere else."

He was met with only silence from the knight—and even from the mistress and the maid. Of course, as usual, their stunned expressions only further fueled his amusement.

"So get to work, Miss Knight," he turned his focus back to the avian monsters above. "We gotta hunt down a whole bunch of them to even get one regular bed."