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Edgar Family Chief Butler: Ryōshū's Story
1 scenes, 66 lines
1. Edgar Family Chief Butler: Ryōshū's Story
66 linesClack, clack.
You there, third from the right. Yes, the one who just wiped the window sill.
Y-yes ma'am?!
Look at where the frames meet. Mold residue.
Remember. No second chances.
A-apologies, ma'am!!!
Clack, clack again.
You there. Yes, the new hire from 23 days ago. Do you not see what's wrong with your broach?
I suppose it'll look proper once I S.Y.N.C. Is that what you want?
I-I-I-I-I'll wear it right, ma'am...
The child pays no mind to the fearful voices.
She leaves nothing behind but the sound of her low-heeled boots clacking against the wooden flooring.
There is less than a day to go until the wolven hunt begins.
Thus begins the morning of the Chief Butler.
She was never too nice to her subordinates to begin with, but...
... clearly, she was much more on edge than usual, and that was clear in her attitude.
Lady Ryōshū.
... What.
Another child, one of her subordinates, walked up behind the Chief Butler.
Her expression is grim. She's obviously gearing up to bring up a rather serious subject.
The other Butlers are... rather anxious. They're saying that you are quite different from your usual self, that the upcoming -
"Quite different" from my usual self? Me?
... This is not to say that you normally do a sloppy job of overseeing our work. But you're much less lax than usual as of late.
Hah, B.S. I would never let such imperfections slide.
Certainly. But usually, you often took it upon yourself to take care of such 'imperfections' because ordering someone else to do it for you was too bothersome.
... Tsk.
The child was quite self-aware of her own behavior.
In fact, this newfound attitude was a deliberate one.
... I'll keep my guard up. I won't weigh you down once the hunt begins.
Hm. I don't appreciate you trying to read me.
The child sighs as she leaves the hallway. Something didn't go according to plan.
She was merely trying to keep everyone on edge, so that...
... when the wolf would inevitably come to besiege the manor, they could at least save their own skin.
But her uncharacteristic actions were immediately obvious to those around her.
Right... I suppose I'll stick to what I'm good at.
Because...
... I'm the best there is at housekeeping.
A tenebrous night descends.
The 'Wolf', the target of this hunt...
... was much more powerful than anyone had anticipated. He emerged, imposing his intimidating strength before the child and the rest of her subordinates.
The child instinctively knew.
That no matter how much her subordinates mentally prepared themselves... there was no possible future in which they will survive this encounter.
So she had but one choice. There never was an alternative.
All of you. Get out of here.
Lady Ryōshū...?
He is beyond all of you. You and your pathetic skills won't even leave a scratch on him.
There's much work to be done back at the manor. You haven't even started your morning duties, have you? Run along, get to work.
The child glared at the formidable wolf before her as she slowly drew her long knife.
And that was the end of discussion.
She didn't have any more words to impart to her subordinates. She needed every strength she could conserve...
... to even have a chance at defeating this foe.
R.U.D.E.
Indeed. I am making a rather unfortunate, destructive entrance.
The child's voice was as low and collected as it always was.
Back when I raised you like your nanny... I hardly imagined that this is where we'd end up.
…….
But there was an odd shudder at the tip of the dagger she held. A little fear. Or perhaps, regret.
I see that you now have much you must protect, Ryōshū.
While I, as always, bring nothing but ruination. I only see what I must maul and destroy.
... Hmph.
The child fell silent.
She wondered, for a moment, if things could have been different. If she had done something differently then.
But they both knew very well that there was no point to such contemplations.
At this point of no return, when nothing could possibly change... there was only one option left for the child.
Hmph. I'm just taking care of an unfinished housekeeping chore.
... To hunt the wolf that bares its teeth at the one who raised him.