Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 61 - 14th Days (6) | Windy Training Session (4)

"Skreee!!!"

The supposed Alpha of the bloodwing flock screeched in rage after seeing its brethren slaughtered without much hassle.

"Skreee!!!"

The large red-winged avian monster screeched once more and then... more bloodwings began to descend with a fast dive—another volley attack!

Of course, their target was still the same as before: the smiling human in the black formal suit.

"These feathery fellows of ours," the butler mused as he readied his sword at his side, "they’re not any cleverer than their ’wild’ counterparts, are they?"

And as soon as he finished his words, the second volley of the bloodwings’ assault reached him—

SLASH—SLASH—SLASH!

—But just like the first volley, they were met only with the butler’s blade, meeting their end in the same way as their braver brethren: cleanly cut into pieces and limbs.

Martha’s grip on her sword tightened as she watched the display.

His swordplay—precise, effortless—was leagues beyond anything she’d ever seen.

Each strike was delivered with chilling accuracy, as if the blade itself knew where to cut... and she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it.

For someone who had always pushed herself to become a better swordsman… the sight was both impressive and humbling.

’I’ve got much to learn from this butler...!’ She bit the inside of her cheek, her pride battling against the undeniable truth.

Anastasia, on the other hand, could only stare—wide-eyed and speechless.

This wasn’t the first time she’d seen the butler in action, yet every time… it felt surreal. No wasted movement. No hesitation. Just cold, efficient slaughter.

It was a feeling of relief to have someone so powerful at her side, but at the same time, it was still a rather unsettling reminder to see a man who possessed the strength to trample anything in his path… without breaking a sweat.

But not everyone shared their awe—or their fear.

"Eek…!" Bella whimpered, trembling as she clung to Anastasia’s sleeve.

Her legs felt weak—so weak that she nearly keeled over when a severed wing landed with a sickening thud near the butler’s feet.

The ground was already littered with the bloodied remains of the slain monsters, and the sheer gruesomeness of it made her stomach churn.

Sebas, of course, paid no mind to their reactions. Instead, he glanced toward the knight with a faint smile.

"Miss Knight," he called out, his voice smooth but instructive, "how about a little lesson while we work?"

Martha blinked, snapping her focus back to him.

"H-huh? Lesson...?" She furrowed her brows, confused. However, he still continued without waiting for her to catch up.

"While it’s true that these bloodwings have developed a pack mentality here, they’re still nowhere near as refined as wyverns... nor as strong as their scaled-winged cousins," he explained casually, swatting down another diving bloodwing without even looking.

"C-cousins? W-wait—they’re related...?!"

The only confirmation she got was another amused smile before he continued again.

"These ’Garden of Hell version’ of bloodwings? Their tactics basically boil down to one thing—swarming their prey with as many dive-bombs as possible, hoping to overwhelm through sheer numbers." He slid his bloodied sword back into position, his posture never breaking. "If you understand that, you can handle them without much trouble."

There was a moment where Martha was still trying to grasp the confusing stuff he kept uttering... but eventually, she gave a sharp nod, her earlier confusion fading into quiet gratitude.

She adjusted her sword stance—preparing to meet the challenge head-on!

"Thanks for the lecture...!"

Because at the same time—

"Skreee!!!"

The Alpha screeched again, but this time… the flock didn’t just target Sebas.

The bloodwings broke formation, splitting off into smaller groups—some diving straight for the three women.

"Tch—!" Martha moved first, stepping in front of Anastasia and Bella as the first wave closed in.

CLANG!

Her sword clashed against the razor-sharp talons of an incoming bloodwing, pushing it back before she swung her blade in a wide arc—cutting down two more in a single stroke.

Another lunged from her blind spot, but she twisted her body, slicing clean through its wing before it could strike.

Anastasia and Bella, realizing the dive attacks were aimed higher, ducked low to the ground—keeping themselves out of the immediate path of the bloodwings’ strikes.

And so... the relentless slaughter continued.

Sebas moved with the same eerie precision—each swing of his blade cutting down bloodwings the moment they dared to dive at him.

Feathers, blood, and torn limbs scattered across the plateau, staining the ground in a growing sea of crimson.

Martha wasn’t far behind. With her sword flashing in wide, controlled arcs, she cut down any bloodwing that slipped past the butler’s reach.

Her strikes weren’t as effortless—but they were effective. The ground beneath them grew slick with gore as more and more avian bodies piled up.

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And yet… the bloodwings kept coming.

High above, several of the monsters hovered just out of reach—circling like vultures waiting for an opening.

Anastasia realized this; fists clenched in frustration...

She’d stayed low to avoid the diving attacks, but watching Sebas and Martha handle everything… it gnawed at her pride as their master and the lord of this land.

Thus... she couldn’t just sit here and do nothing—!

’If I can’t reach them with a sword…’

She shifted herself on the ground—kneeling to her knees and then raising both hands toward the sky...!

The redhead poured mana at her fingertips—glowing ethereal red—before a glowing red circle began to form before her palms!

Martha, noticing the sudden surge of mana, glanced back—her eyes widening in surprise.

"H-huh? Lady Anastasia…?!"

Bella gasped softly beside her, shocked by her mistress’s attempt to use an Arcana but unable to tear her gaze away.

Sebas, however, only raised an eyebrow as he witnessed Anastasia’s magic.

While his vision focused on his mistress, his blade still moved without pause, cutting down yet another bloodwing that dared to rush him without him even needing to pay them any attention.

The magic circle flared brighter—crimson flames crackling to life—! Anastasia’s voice rang out, clear and resolute!

"Flame Arcana: Inferno Lance!"

A blazing spear of fire burst forth from the magic circle—searing-hot and deadly. Without hesitation, it shot toward the bloodwings hovering above.

BOOM!