The Duke, who had been silently observing the exchange, glanced at the Head Butler. The Head Butler, ever so discreet, responded with a slight nod of his own.
The Head Butler moved his hands behind his back. Slowly, a faint shimmer of magic began to manifest, a magic circle materializing just behind him.
It glowed faintly, as if it were barely there at all, a testament to the Butler's skill. The mana was controlled to such a degree that it left no trace in the room, no sign that anything unnatural was happening.
Outside the room, hidden from the maid, a shimmering cube began to form, delicate tendrils of magic weaving together.
Once the shimmering cube was fully formed, the space inside was sealed.
The Head Butler subtly tapped the Duke's shoulder, a quiet signal that the moment had arrived.
With the silent communication passed between them, the Duke's cold voice broke the conversation between the maid and Leon in the room. "Hero, it's about time we call the next servant."
