Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 62 - 14th Days (7) | Windy Training Session (5)

The flaming lance had struck true—piercing through the air with blistering speed before exploding within a tightly packed cluster of red-winged avian monsters!

The impact of the explosion caused a dense, billowing cloud of smoke to engulf the entire sky, obscuring the flock from view...

And when the smoke began to clear, what was revealed was a gruesome sight—scorched feathers and charred bodies of the bloodwings raining down as the burning magic tore mercilessly through their ranks.

Several more of the bloodwings shrieked in agony before plummeting to the blood-soaked ground, leaving behind a dozen of their brethren—stunned and visibly shaken by the devastation.

One of the survivors was, of course, the Alpha of the bloodwings, which had twisted itself mid-air—narrowly avoiding the blast from Anastasia’s destructive fire arcana.

Anastasia herself lowered her hands, breathing hard after unleashing a mana-intensive arcana for the first time in so long... but a smile tugged at her lips.

Seeing the results of her magic… it was satisfying, to say the least.

And even more so upon witnessing the charred remains of the avian monsters plummeting from the sky...

Something within the fallen noblewoman stirred... ever since she had unleashed her flame arcana upon those bloodwings.

A strange sensation—surreal, yet intoxicating... in a way that felt almost twisted.

And slowly... her smile turned into a grin—

"Y-you did it, my lady!" Bella cheered, relief washing over her trembling voice. "You took care of those scary birds with that brilliant fire lance of yours, your grace~!"

"...!"

The blonde maid’s exclamation had broken the mistress’s momentary trance... halting the strange sensation that had almost taken hold of her.

"That’s right...! That was a splendid arcana, my lady!" Martha joined in with the praise, genuinely impressed by her mistress’s display of magical prowess. "I’ve always known how amazing you are with your arcana, but you simply blew away my expectations! Literally!"

Their shower of praises left the redheaded noblewoman stunned and speechless. That strange sensation within her heart had vanished completely, replaced by a much lighter, more pleasant feeling.

And so... she smiled, a sincere expression of gratitude toward her two ever-loyal aides. "Thank you, you two."

Seeing their mistress’s warm appreciation, the two female servants beamed with joy—completely unaware of what had almost transpired within their redheaded lady.

But not Sebas.

The head butler watched them closely, observing the two female aides as they continued to shower their mistress with praise—all while he effortlessly fended off any bloodwings that attempted to launch ’sneak attacks’ on him.

His attention, after all, was fully set upon his charge instead... and his eyes narrowed slightly at her.

’...She was almost consumed by the ’crimson’...’

Through his vision, he could see faint traces of crimson mana lingering around her—its tendrils reaching for Anastasia, trying to sink into her very being.

But fortunately...

’...So the ones who broke her free were those two, huh...’

Anastasia’s two female aides had unknowingly pulled her out of her near-trance-like ’crimson’ state, preventing the redheaded noblewoman from succumbing to that.

A small smile graced the butler’s lips as he realized something.

His charge would not fall so easily to the temptation of the ’crimson’—not with him and these two loyal aides by her side

"Lady Ana, that was indeed a splendid arcana you just cast. Quite effective against airborne targets, I must say," he added, joining the barrage of praise from her other servants.

"A-ah, yes... thank you..." Lady Ana murmured, a small rosy blush gracing her cheeks.

Being endlessly praised by her two female servants was a pleasant feeling, but from her enigmatic butler? That was... something different.

A peculiar sensation tugged at her heart...

Seeing his mistress’s bashful reaction, Sebas couldn’t help but chuckle. "...But I’d prefer you avoid fire-based magic next time, my lady. It ruins the feathers of these bloodwings, you know."

"A-ah! I-I see... I’m sorry..." she stammered, a sheepish smile etched on her bashful visage as she suddenly recalled his earlier objective—some the bloodwings’ remains, now partially charred beyond use...

"Oi, butler, don’t you scold our mistress," Martha huffed, crossing her arms. "She just saved our skins from being pecked to death, you know? Show some appreciation!"

"That’s right, Sir Sebas, please don’t be so mean to Lady Anastasia...!" Bella pouted, glaring at the butler. "S-she was only doing it to help you too, you know!"

"Ahaha~, is that so?" The butler’s amused chuckle deepened into a hearty grin. Seeing his fellow servants gang up on him in defense of their mistress was quite the sight. "Well, either way, we’ll need to clear these bloodwings off your property, my lady."

And just as he finished speaking, another wave of bloodwings attempted to launch a surprise attack on the seemingly ’unprotected’ back of the butler, but...

He simply swung his longsword in a wide arc without even bothering to turn around, bisecting the reckless avian monsters cleanly in half—sideways.

"Y-yes, sir!" Martha barked out, once again raising her sword to face off against the rest of the bloodwings.

Both Anastasia and Bella also returned their focus, preparing themselves for the incoming threat—

But… something was different.

The once-aggressive creatures no longer circled overhead. Their once-apparent ferocity had faded, replaced by a clear, undeniable hesitation.

It was obvious—they had realized their usual tactics weren’t working. Seeing their kin torn apart so effortlessly had shaken them greatly...

And without warning… they fled. Flapping their wings in a frantic rush, the bloodwings scattered across the sky, retreating beyond the horizon.

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Those avian monsters’ retreat left the four humans stunned into silence, clearly not expecting the creatures’ sudden withdrawal.

"Ah, they ran away." Bella’s voice broke the brief silence, a bit of her shock still lacing her tone as she couldn’t help but feel pity for those birds.

And now… they were left with a plateau littered with the gory remains of the bloodwings.

Sebas turned to Martha, his usual calm expression unwavering. "Let’s clean this place up first before we get to our training, alright, Miss Knight?"

And Martha... just sighed, relieved but also slightly exasperated. "Roger, sir."