Head Butler of the Fallen Villainess-Chapter 65 - 14th Days (10) | S-Rank Bed (1)

It was already past afternoon—almost evening—with the sun nearing the horizon as Anastasia and her three servants approached the upstart noblewoman’s region… her home in this godforsaken land.

While Anastasia and Bella led the way, having remembered the simple downhill path between the Lady’s region and the plateau—

Sebas and Martha followed closely behind… each carrying a heavy sack filled to the brim with feathers—mostly red feathers—of the bloodwings they had hunted down.

"...How in the world do these feathers weigh so much?" the knight grumbled to herself.

She was quite confused—and somewhat bewildered—that a whole bunch of feathers felt like she was carrying a giant boulder on her back.

"...Is it really that heavy, Martha?" Anastasia asked as she turned around to face her knight, who was showing a rather pained expression herself.

"U-uhm, of course not, my Lady!" the knight stammered, quickly fixing her posture to properly carry the sack behind her back. "W-well... it’s just that I didn’t... quite expect these feathers to be so much heavier than I thought they’d be..."

"I see..." The mistress hummed softly, her gaze lingering on the knight’s strained posture.

"M-Miss Martha," her fellow aide, Bella, hesitantly spoke up, her hands twitching as if unsure whether to reach out or not, "s-s-should I also carry some of them? I could help lighten your burden..."

"Ah, no, you don’t have to, Bella," the knight waved off the maid’s concern with a forced, reassuring smile, "don’t worry! I can definitely carry this back!"

"I-is that so, Miss Martha...? W-well, if you say so, I guess..."

Nevertheless, at the same time, their attention gradually shifted toward the butler... who was, just as expected, carrying his sack of bloodwing feathers like it was nothing compared to the struggling knight.

"Hmm? What’s up, ladies?" he asked, tilting his head in faux confusion at their collective stare.

"Sir Sebas..." Anastasia called out, her tone more curious than accusatory.

"Yes, my Lady?"

"...Would you kindly explain why we need all of these feathers?" she inquired, her voice steady yet laced with underlying suspicion.

Her question, however... only elicited the familiar smile of amusement from him.

"Well... they are quite special feathers, Lady Ana."

"Special... feathers?" She blinked, curiosity flickering in her crimson eyes. "What do you mean by that, Sir Sebas...?"

The butler’s smile deepened ever so slightly.

"Well... these bloodwing feathers are quite valuable as magical materials, my Lady," he explained smoothly, the ease in his voice making it clear he found the question entertaining. "They’re actually quite sought after for use in alchemy and magical tool creation."

"Alchemy and... magic tools?" Anastasia murmured, her brows furrowing as she tried to recall. "...Come to think of it, I’ve read about that once or twice before in the academy..."

She tried to remember the lessons and classes she had attended during her time there… particularly those regarding alchemy.

"However, I won’t lie—I didn’t pay much heed to such subjects," she admitted with a faint sigh. "The only thing I remember is that there was once a high demand for bloodwing feathers among certain craftsmen… but I never knew exactly why."

Sebas chuckled softly, clearly amused by her sudden interest.

"Well, just so you know, they’re quite the versatile stuff—more than their appearance lets on~," the butler remarked with a playful lilt.

"But... considering that bloodwings are a pretty rare monster back on the mainland of Florentia, getting these feathers isn’t exactly easy. They’re a hassle to hunt down, given their nature and limited numbers."

"I see..." Anastasia murmured again, her inner scholar-self beginning to stir with curiosity.

Seeing this inquisitive side of her made the butler feel relieved—glad that she was showing much more life with each new discovery.

"Now, with that being said and done—with this many…" He adjusted the sack effortlessly over his shoulder, emphasizing the sheer quantity of the feathers. "The possibilities are rather endless, Lady Ana~!"

His casual explanation had further sparked Anastasia’s curiosity, drawing her focus entirely on him.

Even Bella and Martha, despite their earlier doubts, now looked at the feather-filled sacks with new intrigue.

That is… until one shared realization struck them.

"Hold on for a moment… Sir Sebas, weren’t you the one who wanted these feathers for..." Anastasia’s words faltered, her gaze narrowing with suspicion.

"...A bed, wasn’t it, my Lady?" Bella finished, her voice quiet—almost hesitant, as if she couldn’t quite believe it herself. "S-sir Sebas… you’re planning to make... a feather bed with all of these?"

Sebas gave a simple nod, the same amused smile tugging at his lips. "Indeed, Miss Maid~."

A beat of silence passed.

Then—

"You’re joking, right, Sir Butler?" Martha blurted out, nearly dropping her sack, her tone a mix of disbelief and exasperation. "You’re telling me—you gathered all these rare, precious feathers... just to make a bed...?"

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly—letting the silence stretch just enough to stir their already-building confusion.

"You gotta be kidding me," the knight pressed on, her voice rising with every word. "What are you even thinking? These feathers are ridiculously heavy too, so who’d want a bed like that? The only good thing about it is that no one would bother trying to steal it for the virtue of it being heavy."

That… finally earned a hearty laugh from the butler.

"Oh, Miss Knight," he said, shaking his head in amusement. "You’re thinking way too small."

"W-wha—?!" Martha was taken aback by his words, which, to her ears, sounded like an insult. "Why, you damn butler...!"

"A-ah, please calm down, Miss Martha...!" the maid hurriedly tried to intervene, her hands rising in a panic as the knight looked like she was about to lunge at the butler. "D-don’t fight, please...!"

As usual, this only elicited another hearty laugh from Sebas—much to the dismay of both Martha and Bella.

"Uhum!"

Anastasia suddenly cleared her throat, gaining the attention of all her servants. Yet, her gaze remained solely focused on the butler.

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"Sir Sebas... I still do not understand your intentions with these feathers," the red-haired mistress admitted, her voice carrying a faint edge of exasperation. "I understand that you would like to use them for my requested bed... but why exactly these feathers?"

And the butler, well, he smiled at her inquiry—his usual playful charm intact.

"Hehe, you’ll see, my Lady. You’re going to get the best bed in the world~!"