Deku Butler の小説・ストーリー

As soon as we got back downstairs, a man whom I guessed was the butler walked over to where we stood and greeted us as he gestured to some staff to go and get our smaller bags from the car. "Alpha Logan, it's such a pleasure to see you again after such a long time." "I know right? It's been a while." Turning to me, he continued "Good evening my lady, it's a pleasure to have you. I'm Kendrick the butler." He was visibly older than Logan and I put together but he was still as agile as ever. I took his extended arm and proceeded to introduce myself. "Well, there's not much introduction to do. I'm Ava Silverpelt but you can call me Ava."

they chimed as they either bowed or curtsied to her. A tall elderly man stepped up to her, hands behind his back. For a moment, she worried that he was the one to be her husband. Her heart hammered in her chest as the man bowed to her. "Miss Dewhurst, I'm Mr. Brown, butler to His Grace the Duke of Snowshill. if you would follow me, the His Grace the Duke of Snowshill is waiting for you in his study."

As they stood before the grand, imposing doors of the Palace, Butler Clark came before them, his presence as steady as the ancient stones of the building itself. Clark was the same age as Alpha Maceo, but unlike the Alpha, who retained a youthful vigor, the signs of aging were etched deeply into the butler's face, revealing his years of service and loyal duty. Moreover, the butler was not as athletically built, nor did he move with the same fluid grace as Maceo.

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

A playful grin appeared on his face. “I’m always glad to save a life.” He paused before adding teasingly, “Even if it belongs to that ruthless tyrant.” Butler Brooks chuckled softly and lowered his head. Derek immediately stopped him. “Stop doing that. You make me feel old, Butler Brooks.” Butler Brooks smiled politely. Gesturing toward the stairs, he said, “Let me see you out.” Derek nodded. The two men walked down the hallway and headed downstairs. Back in the bedroom, Alexander sat beside the sleeping girl.

The good, the bad, and the ugly. “We are here, sir,” Ken announced as he drove in. I took a good look at the surroundings as we entered. The scenery was beautiful and it felt like I was in heaven. Nicholas led the way in and I had a whole ‘crowd’ of people waiting for me. The household staff were lined up and waiting. The butler was a woman who seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties. She had blonde hair and her wrinkly face made her look somewhat unforgettable. Lest I forget, her nose was as high as Cinderella’s heels. Wait, were Cinderella’s heels actually high? “You can call me Mama,” The butler introduced herself. I raised an eyebrow on hearing that. Was the butler trying to ma

He knew that day wouldn't be far. “This way, my Lord.” Butler Thomas bowed, leading the way out of the forbidden area and into the living room, heading toward the third floor that had been reserved and furnished for Azael Alarico De Leon. Some servants working in the living room were subtly stunned when they saw the dashing, handsome man with Butler Thomas, cradling a woman. His long hair and ancient clothes made him look as if he had stepped out of an old painting. Could that be the owner of the mansion?

“We have tried, sir. World-renowned chefs don’t bend easily. They cook in their own kingdoms. They do not take orders like staff. We both know this.” That earned a short laugh from me. “Then make them bend. That’s what money is for. The more difficult they are, the more reason to drag them here. Put in more effort, Butler.” He cleared his throat, and he let a faint smile rest on his lips. I knew that look. It was his way of telling me I was reckless without saying it aloud. A quiet reprimand. “Mr. Devereaux,” he said, “I respect every decision you make. But I will not fire another one, especially not her. It took years to find her, and I am too close to retirement to start the search again.”

He is accompanied by two bodyguards, a personal maid, and a man who appears to be a butler. In a show of respect, the duke lowered his head and beamed at his companion. "I feel privileged to be one of your cherished guests, Duke Estian Dietrich Wynknight the Second. And thus, how exquisite a woman must this be? "The duke pointed at me and spoke.

Zephyr’s guard went up immediately, and he asked for the person in charge to send the tonic daily to be brought over. A while later, the person came—it was a man who looked honest. He wore a Hamerton employee’s uniform and stood there cautiously. When he occasionally peeked at Zephyr, he quickly ducked his head down. Zephyr found him to be familiar but could not recall who he was. “Sir, he’s Lukas Welkie,” Clark told him. “Mr. Welkie’s nephew…” Zephyr was alarmed. Mr. Welkie was a butler in Gale Bay whose duty was to take care of Henry and Kate’s daily needs. How could it be him?