Reinbardt Chiono.

  A young Lupacid, third son of the northern great noble Marc Chiono house, and a promising lieutenant belonging to the Royal Guard—for him, that order was truly a bolt from the blue.

  "Butler, sir?"

  "That's right."

  An utterly unexpected transfer order, moreover not even military but a noble house's butler—it was incomprehensible.

  "Well, I understand your feelings.

  You'd been building a military career, so you want to say 'what joke is this,' right?"

  "I won't deny it."

  "Candid.

  But if you're aiming for advancement, I don't think it's a bad story.

  A Regis house butler can, depending on circumstances, hold authority equivalent to Vicari.

  Moreover, in this case you're not an ordinary servant—security capability is also needed, so military experience is required.

  Furthermore, this is also a request from your uncle."

  "My uncle...

  Then I had no choice from the start."

  That very military answer made Norgaar giving the order feel even more apologetic.

  "Sorry. Sending out an excellent officer like you this way is something I find very regrettable.

  I can roughly guess your uncle's design.

  But I also ask you. I think there's no one but you."

  "Your words are too kind.

  If you command, I'll merely obey."

  "That 'command' will probably end today too.

  Right, you can take your squad's two as well.

  That house is recruiting servants."

  "Sergeant Retes would be fine, but Senior Private Roderick too...

  Could this be pushing off a troublemaker...?"

  "......"

  Please at least deny that even if lying—suppressing the urge to say so, Lieutenant Chiono—Reinbardt—realized he hadn't yet asked the most important thing.

  "Come to think of it, I haven't heard which house yet."

  "About that...

  Don't be surprised.

  ...Butler of Regis Celeste's mansion."

  "Yes, I decline!"

  "No!"

  This truly wasn't a joke, Reinbardt thought.

  That day on escort duty, how shocked he'd been by that person.

  Hearing 'otherworld noble' and being tense, he'd acted like a good-natured uncle, and just when he'd relaxed thinking 'such things happen,' wielding unprecedented power... become a butler serving daily at close quarters such an unknowable existence?

  "Even if it's the Guard Captain's order, no, His Highness the King's Brother's order, this alone..."

  "Why you say that so far... yeah, I understand.

  But what will you explain to your uncle?

  Even if I'm the King's Brother, 'military's' highest authority is him, right?

  If you can persuade him, I'll let you decline."

  "...Don't you think that's unfair?"

  "Don't care."

  The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

  Right, Reinbardt's uncle was this country's military pinnacle.

  Military Affairs Minister Daharat Mengen Pahr. That person.

  "So, you'll accompany me to that mansion."

  "Ehhh, tyranny!"

  THUNK.

  Retes delivered a fist to Roderick's head as he protested loudly at Reinbardt's notification.

  "Idiot brother, shut up!

  I understand the squad leader becoming butler.

  But what about us?"

  "Apparently recruiting servants from scratch.

  I'd like Senior Private Roderick as footman/errand runner, Sergeant Retes as groom/coachman."

  "Well, better than... maybe than military private."

  "Don't you regret having just been promoted?"

  "If you say that, what about the squad leader?"

  Despite the sudden transfer—or rather, discharge order from military—Retes was accomplished enough youth to worry about others first.

  "I have reasons beyond being ordered...

  I'm sorry for involving you both."

  "What, don't say that.

  We decided ages ago to follow the squad leader."

  Watching them, Roderick also spoke awkwardly while rubbing where he'd been hit.

  "Tch, can't be helped.

  I'll come along too, squad leader!"

  "We think you don't need to come though."

  "Mean! Right when I was being cool!"

  KNOCK KNOCK.

  "Enter."

  Comis Barha house study.

  The study's master, Justice Minister Randehare Barha, answered the knocking sound.

  Opening the door and entering was a middle-aged male Ursort(bear beastman) like the Justice Minister.

  "Master, you called?"

  "Mm. Ronovārr, you came.

  I have something to discuss with you.

  Sit there."

  When there's business, command—that's the master-servant relationship.

  Yet "something to discuss" meant different business than usual.

  "The otherworlder Regis, Regis Celeste's rumors—you've heard too?"

  "Yes. Possessing various mysterious powers, recently building a mansion alone in the noble district as if performing a miracle."

  Celeste, who'd been causing various things with demonstration purposes, apparently had better publicity than expected.

  "Mm. That Regis Celeste.

  Apparently recruiting servants for that mansion.

  I intend to recommend you as his valet/attendant."

  "Me, sir?

  I'm grateful, but Master's care..."

  For noble house servants, being introduced to other noble houses with recommendation letters was honorable.

  But in Ronovāru's case, now a close aide among close aides serving Barha himself, sending him out held grave meaning beyond mere 'introduction' scope.

  "Mm. Losing a trustworthy valet like you is something I find very regrettable.

  ...However, that person is worth accepting that."

  "For Master to say that much..."

  "That person is someone we absolutely must befriend for this Barha house... no, by extension for us Ursort, no matter what."

  "I see...

  May I ask the reason?"

  Was Master enchanted by him, or had he grasped a weakness?

  The loyal valet Ronovārr worried.

  "Listen well, Ronovārr.

  That person...

  Possesses the power to create infinite honey!"

  Next moment, Ronovārr stood up abruptly.

  "Lord Barha, I've been truly in your care for long.

  This inadequate Ronovārr has found a new master!"

  "Heyyyyyy!

  Calm down! I didn't say go immediately!"

  "Don't stop me! My honey!"

  "So it's not just yours!"

  Garkan was a Furani(tiger beastman) male.

  Furani were characterized by muscular builds and tall height, a race skilled in martial arts.

  Garkan was large even among such a race—a presence radiating tremendous intimidation with a 'giant' physique from other races' perspectives.

  Yet contrary to such appearance, he had a very timid, introverted personality, bad at interacting with others.

  Such a person, called by his superior and trembling fearfully wondering if he'd be scolded.

  "...So, I want you to... understand?

  ...Garkan-kun?

  Hey, listening?

  Garkan-kun!"

  To Garkan, trembling and barely hearing his superior's words, his irritated superior—palace head chef Munchkin Felinoid Mariene Derashi—raised her voice.

  "Hiiiii! Yehiiiii!"

  A small-bodied Munchkin (*Felinoid Munchkins don't have short limbs) irritated before a 'giant' Furani Garkan cowering—viewed from the side, quite a comical scene, but for the parties involved, no laughing matter.

  "Geez, what are you so scared of with such a big body!

  Listen properly! Her Majesty the Queen commanded recommending a cook!

  That new Regis wants a cook for his mansion!"

  "I-I-I-I see!

  B-b-but why someone like me..."

  "Your cooking skill alone is certain.

  I can recommend that with responsibility.

  But that personality... always cowering before other cooks, can't say what needs saying, can't do what can be done and getting depressed, right?

  Then I thought sending you somewhere you can work alone might be good."

  "Ch-Chef..."

  Eyes immediately welling up—introverted plus sensitive Garkan.

  "Don't cry over this!

  In kitchens, crying's only allowed when mincing onions!

  Geez, such a big frame and crying so easily.

  Ah well, when you're gone, I won't need to look up anymore. What a relief."

  Seeing such a her, Garkan suppressed wanting to cry and bowed deeply in thanks.

  "Chef! Thank you!"

  "What are you saying! I didn't say go immediately! The potato peeling isn't finished!

  Yes! Quickly quickly! Move your hands!"

  "Y-yesss!"

  "Mother, are you truly going?"

  "Yes, that's right. How could I refuse Her Majesty the Queen's request?"

  "But for someone like Mother to become another's servant..."

  Lady Biala's daughter-in-law, current Biala house head lady—Turkish Angora Felinoid Merīne Biala Mare—seemed displeased with the Queen's decision.

  "Merīne. I've worked as His Majesty's wet nurse before.

  Even during my tenure as active head lady.

  Now having transferred the head position to you couple, I'm just a titleless old woman?"

  "But..."

  "Besides, you saw too the other day.

  That person's mysterious power."

  "Yes. That truly surprised me."

  The day Celeste showed the plastic bag as an infinite drink dispenser, among noble district folk with no one approaching first, actually it was Lady Biala who'd been observing Celeste who first spoke "Might I have one?"—and only because she, still reigning as society's queen despite age, took the lead could other nobles approach Celeste—just between us.

  "The Queen directly asked me to prevent strange insects from attaching to such a person.

  I can only accept.

  I'm also interested."

  "...Understood. It seems not my issue to raise anymore.

  Then please let me handle selecting Mother's Lady-in-waiting and the maids to take."

  "Yes, I ask you.

  I think I can entrust to you with confidence."

  "Yes. I'll work hard not to disappoint Mother."

  The two noblewomen smiled at each other.

  "...Though I'm the protagonist, I had no scenes!"

  Amashiro, working on Earth, noticed something strange.