The World's Strongest and Most Evil Noble Strives Humbly and Diligently ~ Using Knowledge of the Original Story and Unique Magic to Avoid a Destruction End ~ - Chapter 2: The Butler's Journal of Orvin Dunkelt

Chapter 2: Butler Orvin’s Work Journal

Holy Calendar 1009, March 4 (Rain)

Today, another maid quit.

It seems she was badly bullied by that awful, foolish young master—Hollow-sama—and submitted her resignation in tears.

He complained that the food was bad, her face was ugly, and she wasn’t attentive enough.

The young master’s arrogant attitude grows worse every day.

Why doesn’t the master scold that foolish son? I can’t understand it.

If the mistress were still healthy, things wouldn’t have come to this.

Layla-sama was the sun of the Heisenberg family. Ever since she fell that day, this house’s gears have been out of order.

I still regret it.

Why did I let the mistress go alone to defeat Sky Eater?

I should have gone with her, even if I had to beg or disobey orders.

I will regret that foolish decision for the rest of my life.

Holy Calendar 1009, March 5 (Clear)

That wicked, foolish young master—Hollow-sama—asked for swordsmanship training.

Honestly, I was shocked.

The young master, the embodiment of laziness, wanting to learn swordsmanship on his own?

Even more unbelievable, he politely requested it at first.

When I asked what brought this on, he said, “Just a whim.”

For a moment, I hoped he might change, but he’s still the same foolish boy.

Later, we arranged for a mock battle in the training area.

I saw this as an opportunity.

It’s rare to cross swords with Hollow-sama.

Through this training, I wanted him to learn the joy, beauty, and depth of swordsmanship.

I thought it might help him change.

But—I lost.

I was defeated by Hollow-sama, who held a sword for the first time today.

I, who lacked talent in magic, built my life on swordsmanship alone.

My pride and confidence… everything I was, was completely denied.

As despair consumed my heart, something unbelievable happened.

That arrogant Hollow-sama praised my swordsmanship.

I saw the mistress’s shadow in him.

Those kind, loving words were exactly like Layla-sama’s.

Could he… have changed?

No, it’s too soon to judge.

Anyway, starting tomorrow, I will begin his swordsmanship training in earnest.

Holy Calendar 1009, March 6 (Sunny)

Today, I started Hollow-sama’s swordsmanship training.

First, observation practice.

I showed him the basic forms, and he copied them.

I planned to follow this method for the first month.

But Hollow-sama instantly grasped the forms I demonstrated.

After seeing them just once, he perfectly imitated them.

I already knew this, but the young master is a genius.

Except for his rotten character, he is a remarkable figure of his generation.

In the morning, we did basic training, and in the afternoon, we went to Mount Garan, owned by the Heisenberg family.

This mountain is where the mistress trained in her youth.

I had Hollow-sama perform “Rock Cutting” here.

A sword is a delicate weapon.

You must read the rock’s surface and strike at the right angle.

Otherwise, the blade will chip quickly.

The mistress, a sword saint, mastered Rock Cutting in just one month.

I thought Hollow-sama might do it even faster.

While thinking this, I demonstrated the technique.

The young master nodded, saying, “I see,” and cut the rock with one swing.

He sliced it as easily as tofu.

The cut was terrifyingly smooth, so beautiful it resembled crystal.

Excited and curious, I couldn’t hold back. We moved to the largest rock in the mountain—Garan Jewel.

I lifted the ban on using magic during training and asked Hollow-sama to perform a “serious test cut.”

The result was… shocking.

Not only did he cut Garan Jewel, but he also split the mountain beyond it.

The magic inherited from the master and the strength from the mistress—Hollow-sama’s body hosts a god.

My heart danced.

How strong will the young master become?

I truly wanted to see where his path would lead.

Holy Calendar 1010, March 6 (Sunny)

I pick up my pen after almost a year.

During this time, I trained with Hollow-sama every day.

The young master has changed. He was sincere with his sword.

His innate laziness and arrogance faded, and he worked humbly and steadily.

I swung my sword to keep up.

My aimless days gained purpose.

The sepia-toned world gained vivid colors.

I even wished this time could last forever.

But it seems that won’t happen.

Tomorrow, I will likely lose.

I have a certain conviction about it.

In just one year, Hollow-sama has grown remarkably strong.

No ordinary swordsman could match him now.

His spirit, stamina, and strength—his body hosts a god.

For now, I forbid magic-enhanced physical boosts to focus on swordsmanship.

But if he adds magic… what will happen?

Just thinking about it makes my heart surge with heat.

Now, I’ve prepared my resignation.

That man is a remarkable figure, reaching for the title of the strongest.

My meager skills can no longer teach Hollow-sama anything.

A half-hearted person like me would only be a hindrance.

So, I’ve decided to leave.

In the end, I lacked discernment.

Looking back, that behavior a year ago was probably just a rebellious phase.

It went too far, but that’s how boys are.

As a child, I was naughty and got many knuckle sandwiches from my father.

Considering Hollow-sama’s sad circumstances, growing up without knowing love, it was inevitable he’d act out.

What angers me more is our failure.

Why didn’t we scold him?

Why didn’t we face him?

Why didn’t we stand at his level?

As head butler, I’m ashamed.

Hollow-sama will surely become a great lord.

His strict self-discipline, his kindness to the maids—lately, everything about him is flawless.

His tone is still harsh, but there’s genuine love and sincerity in it.

After serving the Heisenberg family for 40 years, this is the last entry in my work journal.

This journal, where I foolishly badmouthed Hollow-sama, will remain as my life’s shame.

No—as my life’s moment of glory, I’ll treasure it forever.

Let me write honestly.

This year with Hollow-sama was so fun I forgot time.

It was a time of reaching the essence of swordsmanship.

It reminded me of my youth, swinging my sword with passion.

Hot bl00d flowed through my withered old bones.

Let me write once more.

This year was supreme.

Thank you, Hollow-sama.

And—goodbye.

Holy Calendar 1010, March 7 (Clear)

Tonight, I take up my pen again, swallowing my shame.

As expected, I lost.

A pure swordsmanship duel with no excuses.

Strangely, I wasn’t frustrated.

It felt surprisingly refreshing.

The swordsmanship I honed my entire life was fully passed to Hollow-sama.

If it’s the young master, he’ll take my sword to greater heights.

As a swordsman, there’s no greater happiness.

As I headed to the master’s room to submit my resignation, something unbelievable happened.

“Hey, what time tomorrow?”

Hollow-sama invited me to train tomorrow.

That man saw through everything.

He knew I planned to resign.

And yet, he invited me to train tomorrow.

With just one phrase—“What time tomorrow?”—he spared my insignificant pride.

What a refined, subtle way of speaking…

I’m convinced.

Hollow-sama is the one to become the next king.

Not responding to this would make me less than a man.

Until my body decays, I swear eternal loyalty to you.

Head Butler Orvin Dunkelt