Violant of the Silver

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Translator: mii

editor: sleepchaser

“Take this!” said Rille, delivering a successful and strong roundhouse kick to one of the bandits. After that, there were no bandits remaining standing.

To which Jill clapped. “You have improved, Rille.”

Rille arranged her skirt before replying with her usual sweet smile, “No. I’m still no match for Mister Jill!”

“Even Mister Butler is strong?” asked Legion in a timid manner. Although he had caught sight of Jill shooting magic blades of ice and throwing knives swiftly, he couldn’t affiliate such actions with the gentle and calm Jill. It was a strange feeling.

Hauser burst into loud laughter. “What are you talking about now, Sir Legon? He was the strongest person in the mansion until you came, y’know? He’s also stronger than any other servant in the duke’s estate back in Nada town. Above all, he used to be the knight escorting Her Majesty the Queen Emeritus!”

“You’re bringing up that old story again… It happened decades ago. Please stop mentioning it, Hauser,” said Jill with a bitter smile.

Legion was the picture of puzzlement. “The Queen Emeritus… That means, Mister Butler was the guardian knight of Queen Elise? Why have you become a butler here?”

“When Her Grace married into the Lesserhain family, Queen Elise told me she wanted to have a trustworthy person beside her daughter. As such, I served as Her Grace’s butler and escort. I originally served the Sarias, Queen Elise’s family.”

“Haah. So it’s like that…” Legion said, stunned. Jill’s life sure was full of ups and downs. Beside him, Rille’s eyes sparkled. “Ever since we came to Leca town, he has been my teacher. The three of us have driven away every person who aimed for Master’s life. Mister Hauser also followed us from the duke’s residence.”

“In my case, I was born in Leca town, so I tagged along to return to my hometown… I used to be a knight, but because of this eye injury, I was left with no choice but to provide logistical support and take care of the horses. After that, they labeled me as useless in Nada town, and I lost my place. I’m very grateful to Lord Violant for hiring me.” Hauser showed his eyepatch and nodded many times, poking the fallen bandit with his iron rod to check if he really fainted.

Meanwhile, Legion stared at the three of them. He had unexpectedly learned their past history, which he had never been curious about.

“Hey… Is it over?”

The carriage door moved slightly ajar. Vio peeked out, giving a furtive look of his face. Jill quickly approached the door and opened it. “Yes. It’s just as you see. Please don’t worry. Could you please wait for a while? We will tie them up as usual.”

“Sure… You guys sure are efficient as always. Thank you, everyone. Is anyone injured?” said Vio, looking around and checking their conditions one by one.

Rille smiled. “We’re alright, Master.”

“I see. Then it’s good. Hm…?” All of a sudden, Vio caught sight of something shining beside a bandit lying nearby. He made his way to it.

“What’s wrong, Master?” Rille went to Vio’s side and looked at what he had picked up. She blinked. “A one-eyed owl…?”

What Vio had picked up was a silver amulet. It was in the shape of an owl, symbolizing Sophie, the Goddess of Wisdom.

At that moment, a bandit who should have been beaten down on the ground stood up behind Rille.

“Rille! Behind you!” screamed Jill.

“Huh?!” Despite her initial surprise, she immediately protected Vio. Vio could only watch as the bandit swung his knife up, trying to slash Rille’s back. He screwed his eyes tight out of reflex.

However, the moment he opened his eyes to a thud, he realized that for some reason, the bandit had fallen.

“Are you okay, Miss Rille!” asked a young man with brown hair. He appeared to have just swung down his sword, panting, shoulders shaking. He should be a stranger, but his voice seemed familiar. “Miss Rille? No way, are you injured?”

The young man examined Rille in a hurry, pulling at her shoulders. Rille didn’t react, looking at him blankly.

Finally realizing his identity, Vio was dumbfounded. “…Why are you here, Sir Cheval?”

Cheval’s face stiffened at Vio’s question. He was clearly feeling awkward.