Anastasia... was stunned.
Once again, the red-haired noblewoman was stunned by the very words that ca from her butler.
She could never guess what her eccentric butler would say, and even when she thought she had a bit of a grasp on what he was as a person—the man was always full of surprises.
And this surprise was the piece of ’grand’ advice he had given to her to help support her endeavor as a lord.
This... left her speechless—left her thinking of what it truly ant to be a lord.
’...figure out how... my citizens would live in my territory...’ she repeated his advice in her own words.
Those words kept echoing inside her mind, leaving her in a contemplative state—thinking of what she should do next to beco a worthy lord for her future citizens.
Of course, it was not just Anastasia who was left speechless—even her two female aides were quite stunned from hearing the butler’s wise words. A mix of surprise, admiration, and even a tinge of disbelief filled their expressions.
And as for the wisecracking butler himself... he let out his usual chuckle of amusent from seeing their reactions.
But even so, he was glad—proud, even—to see that Anastasia took his words with genuine thoughtfulness.
It made the butler feel satisfied doing his job as this upstart noble’s head butler.
With that in mind, he returned once more to his focus on the current task at hand: creating the farm field for said upstart noble’s land.
He raised the hoe in his hand into the air, preparing to till the land...
And with a swift motion, he swung it down—
CRACK!
"W-what—?!?"
The earth beneath their feet shook with a tremor! Anastasia, Bella, and even Martha were caught off guard, stumbling on their feet in shock!
But as soon as they managed to regain their balance... they realized—dreadfully—what, or rather who, the impact had co from—!
Their eyes landed on the field of their supposed planned farm... and found a jagged fissure splitting through the once-flat earth, stretching far and wide—almost as if the very ground itself had been torn apart.
The three ladies stood frozen in place, their mouths hanging open in sheer disbelief. The carefully planned field they had just chosen... was now a ruined ss.
And, of course, as they followed the source of the fissure, their eyes landed on the figure of their butler—his hoe planted right at the root of the destruction.
Sebas, still holding the hoe, slowly turned his head toward them. A sheepish, apologetic smile crept onto his face.
"Ah... It seems I forgot to hold back a little, ahaha..."
They all had almost forgotten... that their butler also possessed monstrous strength.
And now, before any farming could begin... they would have to fix this ss first.
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The plans for their farming project had been sowhat delayed as all efforts were now put toward fixing the land back to its (mostly) original flat state, with all hands helping in the restoration.
Even with Sebas’s overwhelming strength to help speed things up, restoring the land to its original flat state was no small task.
Every jagged crack and uneven patch had to be carefully smoothed out, and the displaced soil had to be evenly spread again across the field to prevent future issues.
"Ugh... you damn butler...!"
Martha was obviously quite pissed.
It wasn’t just that she was livid at the butler’s mistake—but also because she hated the very thought of fixing soone else’s ss to begin with.
However, she begrudgingly did so anyway because she was obliged to fix the land owned by her mistress.
Anastasia and Bella also helped out with the restoration of the land in any way they could.
The red-haired noble even had to forgo her favorite red dress for a more practical, easy-to-move-in white shirt and red pants combo.
This noble Anastasia was ready to fix her destroyed land.
And in her hand, she slowly and carefully raised the small garden hoe above her head—only to strike the earth with as much strength as her delicate arms could muster.
Beside the red-haired working noble, though, was her loyal maid Bella—also sporting her own fieldwork getup similar to her mistress (though hers was in yellow), as she helped gather the scattered earths and debris.
"M-my lady, you don’t have to work as well," Bella tried to protest, worry evident in her voice.
However...
"Hah... No, I would like to help as much as possible, Bella..." the mistress insisted, brushing away a strand of sweat-drenched hair from her face as she exhaled a bit raggedly, "this is my land... and I am its lord. Thus, I would like to help with its revitalization as soon as possible."
"B-but..."
"It will be fine, Bella," she assured her maid with a smile. "This will be an important experience for as well, so please... let handle my share."
And thus, they continued to work until the land was (mostly) flat once more, with the sun setting on the horizon.
The three ladies were naturally exhausted from this work—especially Anastasia and Bella, who now sat on their rear on the ground, utterly drained.
As for Sebas himself...
"Sorry for the trouble!" the butler apologized, bowing his head quite low to the three of them—his usual air of confidence replaced by genuine remorse. "If there is anything you’d like as compensation, my ladies... I am at your service."
"H-huh?" they all muttered dumbfoundedly—surprised not only by his apology but also by his ’IOU’ offer. They all glanced at each other for a mont, not sure how to receive his apology.
"...You really don’t have to, Sir Sebas..." Anastasia said hesitantly, "you’ve already been incredibly helpful to , so... it’s not really a big deal."
"I-Indeed, like Lady Anastasia said—Sir Sebas has been helping us a lot, s-so... please don’t bow to , Sir Sebas..."
Naturally, Anastasia and Bella hesitated. They owed him a lot for his help, so it was hard for them to even think of requesting anything more from him...
However, the sa could not be said for the other individual receiving his apology.
"I want more training," Martha cut in without missing a beat, her arms crossed and eyes gleaming with determination. "And I want to know the secret behind your strength."
"Martha...!"
"M-miss Martha—?!"
Both her mistress and her fellow aide were surprised by the knight’s sudden request.
The butler himself blinked in mild surprise... then chuckled softly. "Sure thing, Miss Knight. I’ll help you train after we finish this farming business, alright?"
"Sure, but you better keep your word," she shot back, a triumphant smirk etched on her face.
And with that... they were ready to make their farm.
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