The Lady's Butler: I Reincarnated To Serve The Villainess

Chapter 193: Sneaking Into The Lady’s Room

Night quickly fell, but in the South, the streets remained just as lively as they were during the day.

This was especially true during the Convergence Festival.

The city that had been buzzing with energy during the daytime transformed into something else entirely at night.

The fire crystals illuminating the streets during the day were even brighter now, painting everything in a warm red glow.

The people were still very much awake, and they intended to stay that way until the tournament, which was a few hours away.

In the North’s assigned residence, Renelle sat by her window with a book she hadn’t been reading for the past twenty minutes.

She was looking at the city instead.

She had been moved from the Academy’s residence to here, as she was, after all, a representative of the North.

Her attention was suddenly pulled from the city to her balcony as a certain feeling suddenly washed over her.

Standing there with a small smile on his face was her butler, whom she hadn’t had a chance to speak to since the dungeon raid ended properly.

Renelle got up from her chair and walked to the balcony door, opening it.

"You could have used the front door," she said.

"I could," Adrian muttered in agreement as he glanced at a certain corner of her room before smiling and adding, "but I’ve always wanted to try this."

"Besides, I think your brother’s still mad about me leaving during the Hunt, and he happens to still be awake."

Renelle chuckled at that before stepping aside to let him in, but he didn’t move from where he was standing. Instead, he glanced toward the city below, then back at her, and she understood immediately.

"Give me a moment," she said.

She changed quickly into something simpler, nothing that would draw attention towards her, before she returned to the balcony to see that her butler was still patiently waiting.

"Ready," Renelle said, only to have him freeze at the simple clothes she was wearing.

It was just one of the few costumes she had picked up before they went to the beach, one that matched the fashion of the South, and nothing extravagant.

And yet, he was looking at her as though she were wearing the most expensive garment. It was... quite a pleasant feeling, she had to admit.

"Adrian?" She called out, snapping him back to reality before adding, "Let’s go?"

"Of course, my lady," the butler replied before looking down and saying, "before that."

Her very shadow suddenly extended, merged with her own, and the next second, her own shadow removed itself from the ground, gaining solid form.

"You’re on lookout duty," Adrian told the shadow, and it just nodded before walking to the bed and lying down, pulling the covers over itself.

From the way it looked, one would think that it was actually Renelle herself on the bed, which surprised her quite a bit.

"Now then," Adrian turned to her and smiled again, "shall we?"

His ungloved hand was extended towards her, and without hesitation, Renelle took it and moved closer to him.

The next second, they suddenly disappeared, reappearing closer to the South’s streets.

Meanwhile, the clone suddenly moved out of the covers and transformed into the one that possessed Marion’s body.

Or rather, the previous one switched places with that one.

The clone stood up, looked to a certain corner of the room, and then extended its hand.

The next second, a couple of black strings were launched towards the side it was looking, almost as if to attack a space.

But that was proven not to be the case when a figure suddenly moved away from the shadows and quickly dodged the strings.

"How impressive," the figure revealed himself to be a man in black cloaks, "to think someone can actually sense me."

"..."

The clone looked at him with a blank expression without saying....not that it could anyway.

"Since the target has already left," the man, who was very clearly an assassin, started, "I advise you to leave as well. Otherwise, this won’t end well for you."

Now, the assassin might’ve seen Adrian creating the clone, but he wasn’t quite certain of how the man before him appeared in the room.

Still, given that the man only seemed to be at B-Rank, this should be quite easy.

Again, the clone said nothing; instead, it just continued looking at the man before it.

"Suit yourself," the man said before disappearing, his presence completely erased.

"Got you," the man muttered as he reappeared behind the clone, a dagger in his hand, which he was swinging towards the clone’s head.

Unfortunately, the dagger never reached the clone. Instead, the assassin’s hand was suddenly wrapped by multiple strings.

And so was his entire body, without him even realizing it.

"What?" The man let out in surprise as he realized that he was suddenly restrained, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t escape.

The clone was about to increase the tension within the strings when it suddenly remembered that Adrian might get mad if it messed up Renelle’s room.

Instead, it suddenly placed a hand on the assassin and suddenly switched places with Renelle’s shadow.

The shadow reappeared in the room, glanced around, and then went back to the bed, as it continued posing as Rennelle.

***

Meanwhile, in a location unknown, a man in white robes stood in front of what seemed to be a holographic screen... though it was just another magic tool.

On the other side of the screen was what seemed to be a curtain, and beyond that curtain was what seemed to be a being with a golden halo.

Though the being’s figure was obscured by the curtain and only their shadow was projected on it, besides the glow from the halo.

"It seems the assassin failed," the man in white robes said with a smile on his face.

"Is that so?" The being on the other end asked, and the man in robes glanced towards a certain corner of the room.

"Yes," he answered as he looked at the body of the cloaked assassin from earlier, "and it seems they know who hired the assassin, too."

"..."

The being on the other end was silent for a while before saying, "A troublesome one indeed."

"It seems her butler is a bigger threat," the man in white robes said, "bigger than we initially accounted for."

"It won’t matter," the one behind the curtains said,

"After all, their arrival will soon be upon us."