I Was Reborn as the Female Antagonist's Servant Chapter 25 – Who are they?

I never expected to find them here.

Midway to the horse carriage, I excused myself from the Head Butler beside , saying I needed to step away for a mont. I told him to go ahead before approaching the person I had seen.

I moved through the crowd, weaving between people until I found the two I was looking for.

"Uncle El!"

The person whose na was called turned towards , followed by the person next to him. When our eyes t, Uncle El’s eyes widened before he returned my greeting.

"Oh, Kid!"

I quickened my pace after he called my na. And now, I was in front of him. The clothes he wore looked the sa as the last ti I saw him—a plain white shirt with the buttons halfway undone, secured by a winding rope. He wore dark gray pants tied with a leather belt, with a small brown bag hanging at his side.

I smiled slightly. He’s still the sa.

A mont later, the person beside Uncle El caught my attention. She was wearing clothes almost identical to Uncle El’s, with the addition of a short skirt underneath. From the way she held Uncle El’s arm a little too tightly, I ca to a conclusion.

I looked back at Uncle El. "...Is she your partner, Uncle?"

The person I had just ntioned widened her eyes, then looked down. Her face began to turn red before white smoke slowly appeared above her—like a heating pot. However, compared to the heated expression of the woman beside him, Uncle El looked normal. He waved to the side, as if rejecting my conclusion.

"No, Kid. She’s not my partner," he said flatly.

The woman beside him, hearing that information, imdiately changed her gaze, slightly upwards towards the person beside her. Her eyes weakened, her hand lowered from his arm, before looking down again—wearing a forced smile.

Uncle El’s hand wrapped around the neck of the person beside him. "She is my friend, or I could say my subordinate, Kid. Don’t you recognize her?"

I shifted my gaze to the person beside him. Her weakened eyes, her forced smile—for so reason, made feel a little strange.

But, Uncle El said I know her?

I began to examine the person in front of more closely. Her short brown hair and sharp eyes that could turn cynical at any mont. I tried to dig into my mory again, back in the prison.

Soone who fits that criteria...

My eyes widened, my gaze returning to Uncle El. "Is she the subordinate who perford at the event back then, Uncle?!"

Uncle El smirked, his gaze slightly raised. "Hm~ hm~ You finally realized it, Kid!"

A mont after he acted like that, I looked back at the woman beside him. ’I never thought it was her. The person I thought was a man craving attention, turned out to be a woman.’

I stared at the woman for quite a while. Until she noticed my gaze, her forehead imdiately furrowed, her eyes sharpened. Realizing this, I imdiately shifted my gaze to the side.

Uncle El scrutinized after he raised his head. His gaze went down, directly to my clothes. His eyes stopped for quite a while, until I realized it.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Um... is there sothing wrong, Uncle El?"

He was startled. "Ah... No. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to beco soone’s personal servant now. I only knew that the one who bought you was from a high-ranking noble."

He looked at my face. "...By the way, what family is your master from, Kid?"

I fell silent. My gaze lifted upwards with my fingertips touching my chin. "Hm... I don’t really know either, Uncle."

His eyebrow rose. "Huh? How can you not know the family you serve? Haven’t they told you?"

I looked back at him. "Well... as for that, it seems they haven’t told yet, Uncle."

Hearing what I said, he sighed deeply. His hands rubbed together. "How can that be?"

In the middle of saying that, his eyes suddenly widened—as if getting an idea. "...Hey, Kid. Do you rember the soldiers’ armor they wore?"

My eyes widened. My fingertips imdiately touched my chin, my gaze facing upwards, trying to dig up mories from the past few monts. Getting off the horse, seeing the vast mansion, and a soldier in white armor, with two animal emblems rged into one.

My eyes widened, looking back at Uncle El. "...I think I rember, Uncle. If I’m not mistaken, they wore white armor with the emblem of ’an orca whale circling a raven’."

Hearing that, the woman beside him imdiately flinched. Her gaze widened, before she finally looked at the person beside her—Uncle El. Uncle El’s expression looked surprised, it could be seen from his eyes and his slightly open mouth.

"It can’t be them. The ’Karasachi’ family," he muttered.

Hearing Uncle El’s murmur, made my eyebrows imdiately furrow. What is he saying? The ’Karasachi’ family? Does he an that’s the na of the Duke’s family?

Uncle El was silent for a mont, before his gaze returned to . He growled for a mont, his hands clenched tightly, before finally releasing it all.

He sighed briefly. "Hey, Kid. Is Head Butler Razoru healthy?"

My eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking such a—"

"Just tell !" he interrupted.

The woman beside him imdiately stroked Uncle El’s back. Then, not long after, she imdiately glared at .

"Ugh..."

I rubbed the back of my neck after receiving that glare. I shifted my gaze to Uncle El—seeing him getting stranger and stranger.

What’s wrong with him?

"..."

I don’t know.

The important thing is, just answer his question first.

The rubbing on the back of my neck stopped, my hand lowered again. "...Yes. He’s healthy, Uncle. In fact, he’s beco a teacher—though I guess that’s too broad. I an, he’s even beco my ’ntor’ there, Uncle."

Hearing my answer, his eyes imdiately widened. He clenched his hand tightly, before loosening it followed by a short sigh.

"...Thank you, Kid."

That’s what he said, before leaving without saying goodbye.

My hands clenched tightly, my lips bitten inwards. Tears felt like they wanted to co out of , before finally releasing all those feelings.

It’s a bit sad, but...

My eyes narrowed. That’s called a farewell.

For so reason, seeing him slowly disappear into the crowd, made believe that our eting would never happen again. For so reason, I thought so.

A mont later, just as Uncle El seed to disappear into the crowd, the Head Butler approached from behind. Seeing the expression on my face as if I had lost sothing precious, he imdiately followed my gaze.

The Head Butler’s eyes narrowed. Among the people who were busy selling and bargaining, the back of straight and slightly ssy hair with a slightly trained posture could be seen faintly.

I sighed deeply. Without realizing it, he was already behind . His gaze seed to lock onto the place I was looking at earlier, before he realized that I was scrutinizing him.

"...Let’s go ho. The coachman will leave us if we stay here any longer."

I looked at him, a subtle smile displayed on my face, before nodding once in response. "Alright. Let’s go, Sir."

We started walking together, heading to the horse carriage we had ridden earlier. Among the passing crowd, I began to sink among them.

***

Inside the sa horse carriage, the sound of horses’ hooves and wheels moving together had been heard since earlier. Now we were on our way ho.

Heading back to the Quiet District.

For our seating positions, it was the sa as last ti. I was facing away from the direction the horse carriage was going, while the Head Butler was facing the opposite. For a mont, I stared at the Head Butler in front of . He looked like he was staring out the window, without saying a word to until now.

My eyes narrowed. Why does Uncle El know soone like the Head Butler? Their chance of eting at the slave auction should be almost zero percent!

As I stared at him, he seed to notice my gaze. Feeling caught, I rubbed the back of my neck while shifting my gaze to the lower corner.

The Head Butler’s gaze narrowed. "Hey, Touji. Who was that person earlier?"

My gaze shifted to him. "Ahaha... that person, huh?"

The Head Butler nodded. "Yes. The one who delayed our trip ho."

I was startled. Feeling a little like I was also ntioned in his sentence.

"Well, that person is a ’Slave Guard’ who once helped in difficult conditions inside the Slave Enclosure there. My na for him is ’Uncle El’, Sir."

His eyes widened, looking back out the window. "That ’El’," he muttered.

His eyebrow was raised. I heard what the Head Butler said, because he was right in front of .

I looked out the window, opposite from the Head Butler. ’Whatever their relationship is, it makes so curious.’

I looked at the Head Butler again. But it seems I can’t get that answer now.

I looked out the window again. Soday. Soday maybe I will get it.