A Butlers Choice 1
The day after attending the party.
I was summoned by the Marquis, the head of the Rosenberg house. Although I have had the opportunities to speak with him in the past, this was the first time I’ve ever been called to his office.
Considering the timing, the business he has with me must be related to the party. Wondering what he was going to say to me, I entered the room tensely.
A working room suitable for the head of a Marquis house– it seemed to be made with those expectations a visitor would have in mind.
Multiple paintings done by famous artists and antique furnishings were gathered here, while the shelves lined up against the walls were filled with books that were still considered popular to this day.
In the back of such a room, sitting behind an oppressive-looking desk, the Marquis continued to run his pen over a document despite having sent a glance my way.
Of course, as his servant I made no moves to interrupt him, and a few minutes after I decided to take that attitude, he suddenly put down his writing utensil.
“Hmm… you didn’t try to call out to me.”
“It was because I already knew that you were aware of me, Master.”