I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 42

042 – The Second Discussion About Lord Weiss Fancent

“Humbly stepping forth, I, Zebis, shall take the liberty to summarize.”

Within a chamber of the estate, while Lord Weiss indulged in his beloved bath, four individuals had gathered around a round table. Alongside Zebis, there were Milch, Lillith, and Cynthia.

“During my absence, what precisely transpired?”

“What do you mean by ‘what’? Kindly provide a bit more specificity.”

Milch sighed and crossed her arms, her frustration evident.

“The matter concerning Tucker. Why did he extend his support so fervently? Moreover, he appears visibly dejected… Shouldn’t he, as a butler, attend to matters of the heart?”

Following her return from the Esthorm period, Milch had approached Lord Weiss, only to be met with an unexpected chilliness. Despite having anticipated the warmth of her disciple eagerly awaiting her return, Milch couldn’t help but feel somewhat hurt.

However, Zebis, having been advised to exercise inner support, refrained from unnecessary interjections. While he didn’t fully fathom the circumstances, he was striving to comprehend them on an intuitive level.

“Without inquiring needlessly, it is apparent that Lord Weiss consistently acts judiciously. Perhaps, for the time being, it’s best to exercise restraint.”

“Is this how a Fancent household butler behaves? Once an individual is wounded, rectification is not easily attained. Weiss requires solace.”

Milch was wounded as well, despite her repeated affirmations. Her outburst wasn’t solely directed at Zebis.

Observing this, Lillith slowly stood up. Meanwhile, Cynthia was engaged in twirling her hair, ostensibly tending to split ends.

Naturally devoted to Lord Weiss, Cynthia held a deep affection for him. Consequently, being the one who understood him better than anyone, she was more concerned about their shared future.

“Sensei Milch is indeed correct. However, Zebis is also making an effort to fathom Lord Weiss. Could it be that when Lord Weiss withholds his inner self, Sensei Milch is also aware?”

“That does hold merit. Yet Zebis undeniably stands as one of his closest confidantes. Should he not then possess an all-encompassing understanding? After all, he is destined to succeed the Fancent household. He possesses talent and influence. It’s part of his duty to nurture a formidable man.”

Zebis, his cheeks slightly twitching, inhaled deeply, maintaining composure. Beside him, Cynthia continued twirling her hair, gazing at an accessory she had received from Lord Weiss. Incidentally, it contained a magical photograph of Lord Weiss.

“I sense that he occasionally glimpses into the future. He seldom smiles with genuine joy, yet during interactions with others, there are moments when he appears truly at ease. I perceive that. Most likely, Tucker’s predicament weighed heavily on him.”

“Indeed… That could very well be the case.”

Lillith concurred with Cynthia’s assertion, briefly quelling the atmosphere.

Recognizing the opportune moment, Zebis began methodically jotting down notes with a black pen.

“What exactly is Lord Weiss Fancent observing, and what led to his despondency?”

He desired to assist Tucker.
He wished to establish friendship with Tucker.
An entirely unrelated unfortunate incident occurred.
I, Zebis, am putting forth my utmost effort.
“Does this encapsulate the essence?”

“Nevertheless, do you not find issue with 4? Should there not be reservations about 1, 2, and 3? These are all matters that Zebis could resolve through dedicated endeavors. It appears to me that his duties are not fully met.”

“There’s no basis for such claims, and Lord Weiss places trust in me.”

“Then why is your presence so limited? What occupies your time?”

“What do you mean by ‘presence’? Your statement lacks clarity. I serve as the unseen force. I meticulously arrange all aspects to ensure Lord Weiss enjoys a seamless existence.”

“A string of excuses from a timid individual.”

Sensei Milch’s final utterance caused Zebis’s inner pen to produce a sharp, cracking sound.

“You’re verging on insolence. Recall that we are within the confines of the Fancent estate. Shouldn’t your speech align with decorum? This gathering was convened to foster a deeper understanding of Lord Weiss.”

“I find your mode of speech more intriguing. Zebis Odin, I held you in higher regard. Perhaps I placed undue trust in you. Should I assume the role of butler in your stead?”

Recognizing the increasing danger, Lillith decided to intervene a little earlier than last time.

“Let’s stop, okay? Fighting won’t lead to anything! This is just like before!”

“No, Zebis is being paid, so working in proportion to the compensation or even more is a matter of etiquette. Zebis is at fault for neglecting Weiss’ emotional well-being.”

“It’s partly our fault too. Hey, Miss Cynthia, maybe if you could—”

“You, Milch, getting all cocky. Am I a salary thief? I’ve been working tirelessly even during the Esthorm period. You were probably indulging in alcohol back in your hometown!”

At the moment the fountain pen snapped in two, cracks appeared on Zebis’ previously serene face, now displaying an intense magical power and hostility. Simultaneously, Weiss, who was washing himself, slipped from his chair and hit his rear end.

“Z-Zebis-san?! Your tone!?”

Lillith desperately tried to stop them, but Cynthia, engrossed in a magical photograph, joyfully noticed a mole on Weiss’ right cheek.

“Oh my, there’s a cute little spot here. I had no idea.”

“I’m indulging in alcohol? Want to check? Shall I go a bit easier?”

“Well, in that case, I could take you on with just one arm. I’ve been thinking it’s about time to stop holding back. Don’t regret it later.”

“Fine by me, ready your sword. Want me to take you on without your weak magic?”

“Enough! Fighting will only make Weiss-sama more saddened! Hey, Miss Cynthia, please help!”

“Oh, look, there’s a spot here too. Maybe I should take a full-body picture this time. I heard they have advanced technology in the western regions, capable of crafting intricate dolls. I might order a little Weiss-chan doll.”

Amidst Lillith’s panic, the trio paid no heed to her words. Finally losing patience, Lillith curtsied and drew a concealed knife, infusing it with magic.

With the magic Shari had taught her, the blade’s tip became imbued with elemental magic.

“I’m really getting angry, you know?”

“Oh? Lillith, you’ve become stronger without anyone noticing.”

“Stand back, Lillith, I’ll crush this guy.”

“Lillith-san, your concealed knife seems to be shining even more. Could you maybe enchant my necklace with that magic too? It might make me feel Weiss even more.”

Miss Cynthia had always been there, close to Weiss whenever he felt down. Therefore, she knew it was best to leave him alone for now. Yet, apart from that, she couldn’t help but think about when Weiss would finally emerge from the bath.

Several dozen minutes later, Weiss, fresh from the bath, opened the door. However, all the notes written on the wooden board had disappeared, replaced by a list of “Ten Great Feats Accomplished by Lord Weiss Fancent.”

“What’s this… Anyway, welcome back, Milch Sensei.”

“Ah, I’m back.”

“Zebis, why do you seem out of breath? And Milch Sensei, aren’t you sighing a bit heavily?”

“It’s just your imagination.”

“Lillith, do you smell any traces of magic?”

“Are you mistaken?”

“Oh, Weiss, if you look closely, there’s a cute little spot at the corner of your left eye too.”

That day, Weiss found himself in a state of déjà vu, tilting his head. But above all else, he was grateful for his companions getting along so well. Despite feeling down for various reasons, he couldn’t help but break into a smile.

Having the best companions, he realized he needed to express his feelings more openly. If something happens again, he resolved to openly admit his distress.