Japanese Butlers の小説・ストーリー

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.

The man smiled back, standing tall and confident. "I'm Jose, the chief manservant of this house," he introduced himself with a gentle smile. "Oh you're the butler", I immediately commented. "Yes Madam", he said. Realizing that I might have offended him with my earlier comment, I quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. It's just that everything here feels like a movie to me." Jose simply nodded and gestured towards the staircase, "Your breakfast is served, Madam. Senior James is already waiting for you downstairs."

On the way, one of the familiar maids crossed my path. “Here, miss, let me help,” she offered. “No, it’s fine. Thank you,” I replied with an awkward smile. She had never been kind to me before, and I had no intention of pretending to forget that. “Good day, miss,” a male butler greeted as he entered the kitchen with a slight bow. “Good day, sir,” I returned the gesture, noting he looked to be in his late forties. “Young Master has given us orders, ma’am. You are now free to go wherever you wish.”

They knock on the door twice and it opens wide before a man who looks like he is in his mid forties, comes into their view. "Good morning, Mr. Taylor! This is my daughter, Itzel! You could not meet her yesterday, right?" Mrs. Singh rants on. "And Itzel, this is Tyberius Taylor! Our new butler here." She introduces him to her. But Itzel keeps her scrutinizing gaze on that poor man who keeps on shifting on his feet while gulping visibly.

He sternly observed me. "I-'m Smith David. I'm here to meet Mr Wang". I stuttered at first. He managed to scare me with his looks alone. "George, didn't you tell this kid the rules?". Oh, so that's the gardener's name. "I-I was about to-.." George was cut off by the butler. "You cannot come through this way". The butler sternly said. "Why not? Because you're rich and we're not? What difference does it make? We all have the same bone, the same structure underneath. We're all human. Than why differentiate?"