As the firepit crackled softly, embers flickered—dancing through the air and casting light on the faces of those present… revealing the tension written across them.
A heavy silence still lingered… filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions.
The butler's gaze remained on his mistress's downcast expression… and despite everything, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for the young noblewoman.
However, he would have to pour more rain on her already struggling emotions.
"Alright, ladies." Sebas's voice cut through the hush, drawing all eyes back to him. "Now that we've got that out of the way, let's move on to the next topic—my actual role here."
"Y-your actual role?" Bella asked, voicing the question that lingered in both Anastasia's and Martha's minds. "U-uhm, a-aren't you our head butler, S-Sir Sebas…?"
"Well, I am. I'm indeed Lady Anastasia's Head Butler… however, that is only a partial truth."
