Chapter 1: Daily Life in the Granvelle Residence

It was now the end of October. Allen was currently in the garden of the residence belonging to Baron Granvelle, lord of this fiefdom. The place was beautifully maintained by the house gardener.

Allen thought back to the day he had first started as a manservant of House Granvelle. He had just arrived together with the baron after a five-day journey from Krena Village. Along the way, the procession had stopped at the village where Allen’s parents were originally from, but he did not get the chance to meet his grandparents. He planned on going back by himself someday.

Thirty or so servants had lined up to greet Baron Granvelle when he arrived home. Of these servants, the baron had instructed Allen to learn the ropes from Rickel, the head manservant. Rickel was a young man with freckles and brown hair who looked to be around eighteen years old. Apparently he was a rather lazy worker, as the butler had warned Allen to not pick up his work ethic.

Although Rickel often skipped work, he was good at caring for others. He would always answer any question asked of him; he would even answer the questions no one had asked. So when Allen had a spare moment, he asked Rickel the difference between a houseboy and a manservant. As it turned out, the two were very different.

There was an established hierarchy among the service staff. Allen wrote down the whole list in his grimoire, in order of superiority:

• butler, housekeeper
• gentleman-in-waiting, lady-in-waiting, head chef
• coachman, cook, gardener
• manservant, maidservant

The butler, housekeeper, head chef, and gentlemen- and ladies-in-waiting were all considered upper servants. They each commanded great authority and were to be obeyed. The butler and housekeeper oversaw the entirety of the male and female staff, respectively.

The coachmen, chefs, gardeners, and maid- and manservants were considered lower servants. Houseboys and housemaids were not even considered actual servants, and were, in so many words, just the help.

In addition to the hierarchy of the serving staff, Rickel also let Allen in on an important fact regarding noble families. As it turned out, the concept of “family” among the nobility of this world was at odds with Allen’s understanding of it from his prior life. That is to say, nobles here considered servants to be part of their family.

Allen finally understood why Rodin had been so happy that he had started crying when Baron Granvelle offered to hire Allen. That offer to become a manservant had, at the same time, been an offer to join the Granvelle family.

It was not easy to become a noble’s manservant, even for a commoner. In fact, it was difficult enough becoming a houseboy, and yet Allen had gone straight from serf to manservant. Baron Granvelle had truly gone above and beyond rewarding Rodin for saving Krena Village and contributing so greatly to its development.

Right, I’ve got to be thankful, Allen reminded himself as he thought back to what Rickel had told him.

“Allen, stand taller! You’re my manservant, aren’t you?! I still can’t reach!”

Directly in front of Allen’s face was a tree. Above his head dangled a large, ripe, red fruit. He was standing beneath a large tree in the garden on the grounds with Baron Granvelle’s daughter, Cecil, sitting on his shoulders, her legs astride his neck.

Earlier, when Cecil had shot Allen a glare with her slanted, willful, crimson eyes and ordered him to come to the garden, he had thought he would be in for a beating. Instead, she told him to let her ride on his shoulders because there was fruit on a tree and she wanted to pick it. With it being the end of autumn, the fruit looked extra ripe and enticing—although she had never eaten one before, she still wanted it. However, the fruit was so high up that even an adult would not have been able to reach it. Now, up on her perch, Cecil furiously mussed up Allen’s hair in vexation.

“Lady Cecil, you might fare better if you were to stand up on my shoulders,” he offered.

“That does make sense... You won’t get off easy if you drop me! I’ll definitely tell my father on you!”

God, I feel so tempted to let her fall for real.

Ever since she had found out that she and Allen were the same age, Cecil had started seeking him out for all sorts of tasks. According to Sebas the butler, Cecil had specially requested Allen as her personal manservant. When Sebas had told Allen, “Good luck,” his eyes were filled with sympathy. There was nothing for Allen to do but sigh.

Cecil carefully positioned her feet on Allen’s shoulders, then slowly stood up. Allen held her ankles tightly to help her maintain her balance.

“How is it, Lady Cecil?”

“I still can’t reach... I can’t reach it!”

Can you please just give up already?

“In that case, how about you stand on my hands and I lift you higher?”

“Hm... Okay. Lift me up slowly.”

As he slowly lifted Cecil up, Allen ended up seeing her drawers or pumpkin panties or whatever they were called. Of course, he felt nothing from seeing an eight-year-old’s underwear. He had, after all, lived for thirty-five years before even coming to this world.

“How is it, milady?”

He heard the sound of the fruit being plucked from its branch.

“I’ve got it! Lower me slowly.”

Allen obediently brought Cecil back down to the ground. She was holding the vivid red fruit in her hands, smiling proudly. She had probably been wanting to pluck it for quite some time now. A quick wipe with her sleeves, then one big bite! The texture was apparently similar to an apple, judging by the crunch.

As Allen watched on, thinking to himself, Looks like milady is a bit of a tomboy, the smile on Cecil’s face disappeared.

“Peh! Th-This tastes awful!”

As it turned out, the fruit was very sour. Cecil threw the fruit she had worked so hard to obtain onto the ground with a huff. Allen then noticed that the same fruit was scattered across the ground in great numbers, all rotting away to some degree. The gardener had not bothered to harvest them. Apparently, this fruit was not meant to be eaten.

“Well, there’s that saying about fruit you can’t reach being sour and all.”

“I don’t know any such saying! Don’t tell me you knew this wasn’t edible?!”

“Like h— No, I was not aware of it myself.”

Phew, that was close. I almost just blurted out “Like hell I did.”

“Hmph, then it’s fine. I now want to eat a popo to get this awful taste out of my mouth. Go to the kitchen and fetch me one. If they don’t have any, go to the market and buy one.”

Gah, she’s not going to let me off the hook with just “Sorry, they didn’t have one,” is she?

With no other choice, Allen headed straight to the kitchen. He had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the head chef told him they were out of popos. It was now confirmed: he would have to go all the way to town. He explained the situation to the butler, who then gave him a silver coin. Allen would not be forced to pay for it out of his own pocket.

Allen then left through the back door used exclusively by the servants of the mansion. Generally, the servants were not allowed to use the front door.

But honestly, going into town isn’t all that bad.

As a manservant, Allen’s job basically entailed miscellaneous tasks. He would be asked to do any number of duties that may or may not have direct relevance to the care of the baron’s family. Rickel told Allen to expect to be sent out for errands quite frequently.

The feudal lord’s mansion was tucked away in a corner of the city. Upon stepping outside the grounds, Allen found himself in the nobles’ residential area, where minor nobility—such as knights and baronets—and influential members of the city lived. The market was farther beyond; to reach it on foot, it took two hours one way.

Unlike the market in Krena Village, the one in the city had a large variety of fruit available.

“Give me one popo, please.”

“Sure thing. One silver.”

When Allen had asked how many popo he should buy, Sebas had replied that one was sufficient. They were not to needlessly waste money answering the young lady’s selfish whims.

Wow, one silver for a single fruit. So expensive. Still, surprisingly, the price here is the same as it was in Krena Village.

Allen turned around and headed back with nothing more than a single popo inside his basket.

There were so many different fruits at the market just now. I wonder if there’s an orchard near this city. Wait, but it’s going to get cold soon. Do trees bear fruit during winter in this world?

It had been eight years since Allen was reborn into this world. Every once in a while, he realized how much he was still bound to the common sense of his previous world. Now that he thought about it, he recalled seeing the same fruits offered all year round, regardless of season. It was now nearing November, but the available fruit lineup was the same as in the summer. The general store back in Krena Village had stocked popo and molmo even in December.

Just as Allen was imagining a nearby orchard that produced fruit even in the dead of winter, he heard a powerful rumbling, and his surroundings were suddenly cast into shadow. There must have been something flying overhead. Even without looking, Allen could tell that it was absolutely massive, whatever it was. He lifted his gaze skyward, half expecting to see a dragon.

“Huh?! But that’s...!” Allen inadvertently exclaimed out loud with surprise.

What he saw was a rugby ball-shaped ship several dozen—no, at least a hundred meters in length. It was a flying ship. It was slowly descending, most likely toward a landing terminal at the edge of town.

I see, so this world has airships. Oh! Does that mean the fruits in the market are imported from tropical countries further south?

The massive size of the vessel evoked an inexplicable twinge of excitement in Allen’s chest and also gave him a hint as to how expansive this world was. He was reminded of the time when he was one year old and his father, Rodin, had pointed out albaherons—the monsters Allen’s name was derived from—high up in the sky as they migrated north for winter.

Here in Granvelle City, a place many times larger than his birthplace, Allen’s life as a manservant had just begun.

＊ ＊ ＊

It’s morning.

Allen woke up to the distinctive scent of an old wooden building, one that reminded him of libraries and museums. He had yet to get used to this smell. No light shone through the slats of the wooden window in the small room. It was November, which meant the sun had not yet risen. Nevertheless, it was time to get out of bed. Allen checked his grimoire to confirm that his MP was full again, then proceeded to spend it all training as usual.

Right now, Allen was in his private quarters. To his surprise, he had been assigned his own bedroom. At least, that was the nicer way of putting it—in reality it was little more than a storage room in the attic of the mansion. It was only about four-and-a-half square meters, or fifty square feet, and it had a rather low ceiling. There was unused furniture and dinnerware stored there, so Allen could technically only use two-thirds of the room’s space. It was therefore too cramped for a real bed, so Allen slept on a mattress on the floor.

The only reason Allen had received this room in the first place was because all of the other male servants’ quarters were fully occupied. Those were all four-person rooms, so Allen was actually quite happy about his arrangement. Having his own private space made things much more convenient for him, especially for when he wanted to test his skills or even call out smaller Summons.

It’s still double the size of a booth in an internet café. It’s more than enough.

Back in his days as Kenichi, he had gamed in internet cafés, so he knew how tiring it was to spend the night in a cubicle too cramped to stretch out his legs. With that perspective in mind, he did not have a single complaint about his current accommodations.

Allen then changed into his work clothes. The threadbare hemp outfit he had once worn as a serf had been replaced by a mostly black, well-tailored suit. He had been instructed not to get it dirty as it was his servant’s uniform. Even the casual wear that he had been sleeping in before was of a much higher quality than what he had worn mere weeks ago. After getting dressed, he descended to the servants’ dining hall on the first floor.

There were already about ten people in the servants’ dining hall. Allen had just picked up a wooden tray when Rickel, who happened to be nearby, greeted him with a “Hey there, morning,” and invited him to sit together. Allen responded to the greeting and grabbed the seat across from him. Rickel was a rather caring person and asked Allen questions like “How are things?” and “Do you have any questions?” every day.

“How’s Lady Cecil treating you?” Rickel asked this morning, looking somewhat concerned.

It was almost unheard of for a manservant to be appointed personal attendant to a member of the lord’s family immediately upon entering service. Normally, a man- or maidservant would do all the miscellaneous tasks assigned to them and, if they did a good job, might eventually catch a family member’s eye. That member would then reach out and appoint them as a personal attendant. Rickel himself was serving as the head of the other manservants because his service had not been evaluated highly enough to become a personal servant.

The two struck up a lively conversation over their breakfast of soup filled with vegetables and a pitiful amount of meat. Honestly, Allen had more meat in his diet when he was living in Krena Village, especially this year and last year.

“Oh right, yesterday...”

Allen shared how he had seen a ship flying in the sky while he was out buying a popo for Cecil the day before.

“Ahh, was that your first time seeing a magic ship, then?”

“They’re called magic ships?”

Magic ships were vessels built from magic tools. They made round trips between Granvelle City and the kingdom’s capital three times each month. A one-way journey cost one gold, which was not extremely prohibitive, so Rickel suggested that Allen save up for a ride one day.

Speaking of magic tools, there were many in use in this mansion. There was a large grandfather clock on the first floor, as well as multiple sources of illumination scattered throughout the premises. Allen had heard from Pelomas long before that these were all powered with magic stones.

It looked like Rickel still had a lot more to share, but it was almost time for the lord’s family to wake up. So Allen bid him farewell and headed to Cecil’s room together with several maidservants.

As the maidservants helped Cecil get changed, Allen was made to wait outside. Her room was on the third floor, directly beneath Allen’s. Once she was dressed, his duties mostly consisted of keeping her bedroom clean and tidy and putting away her pajamas. In other words, it was all odd jobs.

Sebas had assigned Allen two primary duties: to attend to Cecil’s needs and to serve meals. The latter was a responsibility reserved only for those with exceptional looks. Rickel had never once been called upon for the role for that reason. Allen, however, had inherited quite a lot of his mother’s good looks, although he was not very aware of it. What’s more, his black hair and eyes were especially eye-catching, given their rarity in this world. These factors together led to his immediate selection for meal service duties.

Now Allen was regularly serving the baron’s family’s meals as a training experience. His primary duty was, at the end of the day, attending to Cecil. However, there were large blocks of time each day where she would be preoccupied with her lessons and tutors and thus would not call for him. All in all, Allen did not have very much to do.

He now understood how Rickel developed his penchant for slacking off. Although the mansion was quite spacious, there were roughly thirty servants on staff—there were bound to be idle moments. Some people, such as the butler, had an inordinately large number of duties, but generally speaking, there was a lot of downtime.

During the evenings, the baron’s family ate together in the dining hall on the second floor. Dinner was always a time-consuming affair, as it was served in courses, one dish at a time. However, it was not overly hectic for Allen, as other staff members brought the dishes up to just outside the hall, where Allen worked together with two other servers.

“You seem to have gotten rather used to your duties, have you not?” Baroness Granvelle asked Allen.

Back when Allen had been Kenichi, he had been a corporate worker for over a decade and, as such, had no experience in waiting or food service jobs. However, the media that he had consumed—including manga, TV shows, and movies—had depicted how to wait on tables in places such as high-end restaurants and hotels. He drew on those references as he went about serving the baron’s family.

“Thank you very much, my lady. I have all my mentors to thank for their wonderful guidance.”

Allen lowered his head graciously in gratitude. The baron’s wife widened her eyes in surprise as an impressed “My!” escaped her lips.

“Darling, are you sure this boy was born a serf?”

“Mm. He’s even Talentless, if you can believe it.”

Huh? He looked into my Talent? Well, I suppose it makes sense to do a background check before admitting a complete stranger into the family. Ah, that means they must know about all my stats being “E” too.

Cecil perked up. “Huh? You’re Talentless?”

“That is indeed the result I received from the Appraisal Ceremony, milady.”

Allen was careful not to say “I am Talentless” himself. If he were to be Appraised again, the Talent field would very likely be filled. This way he was laying all responsibility for being registered as Talentless on the clergyman who had officiated his Appraisal Ceremony.

“Really? Well, I’m a Wizardess.” Cecil smiled smugly and puffed out her chest.

“That is a wonderful Talent indeed, Lady Cecil. It is a very rare Talent to possess, is it not?”

Cecil clearly wanted to be complimented, so Allen laid it on thick, leaving her smiling cheerily from ear to ear. This attitude of his was a big part of why Cecil kept bugging him, but he had yet to realize it.

Hmm, a Wizardess. Which probably corresponds to Wizard. I don’t remember seeing that as a class option. I do remember Mage being a one-star class and Archwizard being a three-star, so I guess that puts Wizard in the middle as a two-star class? That’s still pretty high up, considering.

As Allen recalled what he had seen about this world’s classes before being sent here, Baron Granvelle scolded Cecil.

“Cecil! How many times must I tell you?! Do not mention your Talent without cause!”

“I-I’m sorry, father...”

At the same time, Baron Granvelle also scolded Thomas, his second son.

“And Thomas! Do not cry every time this topic comes up!”

Thomas, who was sitting next to Cecil, sobbed, “I-I-I-I’m so sorry, father...hic...for being your only child...without a Talent...”

“Having a Talent or not has no bearing on anything. How many times have I said I would be sending you to Nobles College in the royal capital?!”

“But I want to go to the Academy like Mihai did!”

“You may not. Listen, Nobles College is a fine place. I don’t have a Talent myself, so that was the school I attended. In fact, that’s where I met your mother, at one of their evening balls.”

“Oh, my!” Baroness Granvelle exclaimed, clapping both hands over her flushed cheeks.

Interesting. So Academy City will reject even nobles if they don’t have a Talent. Instead, Talentless nobles go to a school specifically for nobility. Well, it makes sense that they have a place to go. In this world, chances of a noble having a Talent aren’t very high.

The balancing for this world made it so that Talents appeared more easily among those born in lower social classes, such as commoner and serf. Even so, Thomas still looked very despondent about being the only one of three siblings to be Talentless.

Ugh, Cecil’s glaring daggers at me again. Come on, how is it my fault you got scolded?!

Allen avoided eye contact with Cecil and continued serving as if he had seen nothing.

＊ ＊ ＊

Today, Allen only had to work in the morning and had the rest of the day off.

“Are you heading out now?” Rickel asked as the two ate lunch together in the servants’ dining hall.

Allen, who was wearing casual clothes instead of his uniform, replied, “Yes, I’m thinking of checking out the city.”

“I see. In that case...”

Once again, Rickel, a true exemplar of a superior, briefed Allen on a variety of things. He explained that there was no strict curfew in this house, but anyone who returned too late would earn a summons from the butler. Generally, returning between 9 p.m. to midnight was fine. Allen was relieved to hear there was some leeway.

Two or three times a week, Rickel would go out into town to go drinking. He shared stories with Allen of how he would slip out around 3 p.m. only to get upbraided by Sebas afterward, as if these were feats that he was proud of.

Lastly, he instructed Allen to always keep House Granvelle’s crest on his person whenever going out. With that, Allen was allowed to go.

My goal for today: check out the Adventurer’s Guild.

So far, Allen had investigated pretty much every store that caught his interest along the way from the mansion to the marketplace. However, whereas the baron’s mansion and the nobles’ residential area were close to the north gate—this city had gates arranged in all four cardinal directions—the Adventurer’s Guild was close to the south gate. Being on the opposite side of the city made it too far away for a quick detour while running an errand.

The fact that it took Allen two hours to reach the marketplace, which was located in the center of the city, meant that it would take him four hours one way to reach the Adventurer’s Guild. Allen was worried about getting back too late, so he took off at a run.

There were things he really wanted to confirm for himself today. According to Rickel, the Adventurer’s Guild was a worldwide organization, and even the baron would post bounty quests for monsters there at times.

As Allen made his way, he passed someone wearing armor with a gigantic sword on his back. He was most likely an adventurer, one of those in this world who made a living hunting monsters for rewards. Allen had seen quite a few of them while on his shopping trips.

Oh! I’m seeing more and more adventurers around. There are so many people holding swords, staves, and everything in between.

As the south gate loomed up ahead, Allen eventually spotted a large building along the main avenue that adventurers were flowing in and out of. It was surrounded by inns and taverns, leaving little doubt that this was the Adventurer’s Guild. Allen stepped inside without hesitation.

Hm, the place looks pretty empty overall. It’s around 3 p.m. right now. I guess I missed rush hour. That’s a relief.

Quite a few gazes converged on Allen, some because of his hair color, some because he was a child who had come into the guild by himself. However, he walked on, paying them no mind.

So, can I become an adventurer?

Indeed, this was precisely what Allen had wanted to confirm today. He approached the pretty woman standing behind a counter who had been staring at him the whole time.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, how may I help you?”

“Can I become an adventurer?”

“Hmm... How old are you?”

“I’m eight.”

“You have to be twelve to register.”

“Aww...”

“Sorry.”

I see, so no go.

Allen had become a manservant as part of Baron Granvelle’s reward to Rodin for his contributions to the development of Krena Village. While he planned on keeping at the work for now, the position was too restrictive to dedicate the entire rest of his life to. He was considering becoming a full-time adventurer after serving the baron for a few years. When the time came, he could tell Rodin that he had tried it for a few years but found that it did not suit him. He had wanted to get a leg up on his next career now, but had just learned that he could not actually become an adventurer until he turned twelve.

He was not finished just yet, though. After all, the age requirement was not the only thing he wanted to confirm today.

“Changing topics, I want to know what kind of monsters live around Granvelle City. Do you have any reference materials that I can read?”

“I’m sorry, only adventurers are allowed to enter the reference room.”

Apparently the receptionist was not at liberty to tell Allen anything. He thanked her, then stepped away from the counter. However, he had come all this way, even going so far as to use up half of his day off. He could not just go back with nothing to show for his efforts, so he started to check out the rest of the Guild to glean whatever information he could.

Oh, these must be quest posters.

One wall was covered all over with sheets of parchment and torn-off stubs, most likely remnants of posters already torn off the wall.

Okay, so this wall is where adventurers get quests from.

The details on the posters were written in Japanese, so Allen was able to read them without issue. Each poster detailed the target monster’s name and rank, and the reward for killing it.

Horned Rabbit (Rank E): 1 copper

Goblin (Rank D): 5 copper

Big Toad (Rank D): 8 copper

Orc (Rank C): 3 silver

Armored Ant (Rank C): 3 silver

There was a bit of variety among the monsters mentioned, with all the targets lined up along the length of the board according to rank. Allen promptly wrote everything down in his grimoire.

Problem is, these don’t say where each kind of monster is found. Does that mean they appear everywhere?

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s a brat doing in a place like this? Kiddo, this ain’t a place for squirts like you!”

Just as Allen was getting absorbed in his thoughts, a voice broke his concentration. He turned around to find a man standing before him. He appeared to be in his early twenties and had countless scars across his arms and face. There was a sword on his waist.

“Ah, I’m already on my way out.”

Allen had caught on that he was not very welcome here and did not want to bother with getting messed with, so he decided to leave. However, as a shot in the dark, he decided to try asking the adventurer who had just addressed him the question that had just popped into his mind.

“Mister, why don’t these quest posters say where the monsters are located?”

“Huh? Well, that’s ’cause they’re all over the place,” the man answered with a somewhat annoyed expression. According to him, the higher-ranked monsters gathered at the foot of the White Dragon Mountains.

By that, he’s referring to the mountains on the other side of Krena Village, right? Or does the range extend that far, this close to this city?

Allen had yet to see a map of this world or even of this fiefdom. There was probably one in the mansion’s study, but servants were not allowed in that room.

The adventurer revealed that the ranks of monsters increased the further they were from Granvelle City. Allen made sure to properly write down everything he said.

• Near Granvelle City: Rank E monsters
• 1 day’s walk: Rank E to D monsters
• 3 days’ walk: Rank D to C monsters
• 7 days’ walk: Rank C to B monsters

There was also a poster up for a murdergalsh with a high completion reward that no one seemed interested in picking up.

Murdergalsh (Rank B): 200 gold
Currently located: Ranba Village

Wow, the reward amount suddenly jumped way up.

“Is no one going to kill this murdergalsh?” Allen asked the adventurer, who was actually answering quite a few of his questions.

As it turned out, the murdergalsh was a monster that moved around frequently and arbitrarily; even if someone was to head for Ranba Village right now, they could very well find their target gone and their trip a complete waste of time and effort. Add this to the fact that the murdergalsh was on the stronger end of the Rank B spectrum, and little wonder no one seemed interested in hunting it. In most cases, murdergalsh quests remained up for so long that they were eventually left for the realm’s knights to take care of.

“Then why hasn’t anyone accepted this white dragon quest?”

White Dragon (Rank A): 1,000 gold
Currently located: White Dragon Mountains

The parchment at the far end of the board was completely discolored, as if it had been left untouched for decades. The promised reward of a thousand gold coins was such a staggering amount that all other quests paled in comparison.

“Kiddo, how many more questions ya got, huh?”

“It’s not like you’ve got anything to lose, right?”

Only after Allen promised this was the last thing he wanted to know did the adventurer sigh and relent. He explained that the white dragon living in the White Dragon Mountains was too strong for anyone to defeat. However, there were mithril ore veins in the mountains, so the realm really needed the monster gone. Because of this, the reward for the quest kept going up until it eventually reached a thousand gold.

In other words, the mithril veins are precious enough to be worth more than the quest completion reward. That aside, even though this guy’s really curt, he’s actually a pretty nice guy. Did he originally talk to me because he was worried I might get into trouble being alone here?

Just then, a voice called out to the man. “Raven, I’m done reporting to the guild!”

A girl who looked to be in her late teens approached. She was wearing an outfit that exposed her midriff and was armed with daggers. Following right behind her was a woman wearing a hooded robe and holding a staff. She appeared to be in her early twenties. They were both adventurers, and clearly companions of the man named Raven.

“Ready to go drink?” asked the first girl.

“Yep, let’s go,” Raven replied.

“So, what were y— Hm? Who’s this kid?”

“Ah, I’m sorry for being a bother. I was just asking Mr. Raven a few things about monsters. Mr. Raven, thank you very much.”

As he had asked pretty much everything he wanted to know, Allen courteously thanked the man and left the Adventurer’s Guild.

Hm, so all the monsters close to town are low-ranked. I’d have to go far away to encounter ones that give more XP.

This trip had turned out very fruitful. Based on what he’d just learned, Allen already knew what he had to do next.

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It was mid-November, and the days were so cold; the first snowfall of the year could arrive any day now. Allen woke up in his attic room once again. Because it had become common practice for him to wake up at 6 a.m. every day to do his daily skill training, oversleeping was never a concern for him.

In the dim light of his room, he accidentally bumped his hand against a planter. He had “borrowed” this from the storage shed in the yard on his third day here. Several servants had seen him along the way, but he knew that the best thing to do in such situations was to act confident. If anyone asked, “Why are you taking that?” he had prepared to answer with, “Lady Cecil told me to,” but no one had stopped him in the end. In this way, he had successfully brought two planters to his attic room.

One now had an Aroma tree growing inside, the product of a Grass F card’s Ability. This tree had the effect of speeding up Allen’s MP recovery. This was the specific description that Allen had written down in his grimoire:

Effect of Aroma
For 24 hrs after smelling its fragrance, MP recovers to full in 5 hrs

The only way to gain Skill XP was by expending MP, which recovered back to full naturally six hours after the last skill usage. However, thanks to the Aroma tree, that time was shortened by one hour. When his MP recovered, it did so all in one go, so fast that Allen could not see the numbers tick even if he kept his eyes glued to his grimoire.

The other pot was filled with dirt to create Leaves of Life with Grass E cards. Allen now had three Leaves of Life inside his grimoire’s Storage, but he had no immediate plans to use them. Based on their name, they likely helped recover HP, but there was no way to tell just how much. Allen had to wait to encounter someone hurt to test their efficacy.

The Leaves of Life were not the only things he was having trouble studying. During the past two years, Allen had been swamped with housework, farmwork, hunting, and playing knight. On top of that, Mash would also tag along behind him practically every moment Allen was at home. Due to this, there was still much that he did not know even about his Rank F Summons, let alone the newer Rank E ones.

Another reason I must succeed in today’s negotiation.

Today, Allen planned on asking Sebas for something. After waking up and converting his MP into Skill XP, he went downstairs and had breakfast as usual. Today’s fare was, of course, soup with meager ingredients and bread. This was the norm for servants.

After finishing his breakfast, Allen went up to the third floor to put away Cecil’s pajamas, empty her garbage bin, and generally tidy up her room. This one room alone was more spacious than his entire house had been when he was a serf.

The third floor was the living quarters of the four members of the baron’s family: the baron; his wife; Thomas, his second son; and Cecil, his third child and only daughter. His firstborn son, Mihai, was studying at the Academy at the moment, and therefore his room remained unoccupied.

On the second floor was the family’s dining hall, reception room, guest quarters, and the butler’s, housekeeper’s, and head chef’s rooms. On the first floor was the kitchen, the servants’ dining hall, servants’ quarters, and more guest rooms. There was a cellar underground used both as a pantry for foodstuffs and an armory for weapons and armor. There were quite a few servant rooms underground as well.

Cecil had a light breakfast of bread and soup followed by some tea. She loved spreading a thick layer of jam on her bread. In the afternoon, she had lessons five of the six days of the week. Education was important for nobility.

“You’re a new face,” said Cecil’s tutor of the day when he found Allen waiting for him in the lobby.

“Yes, sir,” Allen replied. “His Lordship took me in last month. My name is Allen.”

The tutor nodded, but did not say anything else. He silently followed Allen to the reception room on the second floor. Most of Cecil’s lessons took place in this room.

Today’s teacher is wearing a robe. Is he teaching Cecil magic?

Although Allen had an interest in magic, naturally he was not allowed to take part in the lessons. He opened the door to the room, announced the tutor’s arrival, then let him in.

Well, there’s no telling whether or not I’d be able to use magic even if I took classes, what with being a Summoner. But still, a magic teacher, huh? And right after I saw all those adventurers equipped with blades and staves the other day. Boy, this really is a fantasy world of swords and magic.

Once Cecil’s lessons began, Allen was left entirely to his own devices. It was finally time for the negotiation. He headed to Sebas’s room on the second floor.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

“Pardon me.”

Allen explained that he had something he wished to discuss, and the butler gestured toward a sofa, taking the one directly across for himself. The room was quite spacious, at least twice the size of that of any other servant’s, as befitted someone of Sebas’s stature.

“So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“If possible, I want to take full days off.”

Allen did not beat around the bush. Currently, he was allowed half a day off on two out of six days per week. He wanted to combine those two half days together so that he could work five full days and take one full day off.

Sebas went “hmm” and seemed to give it thought. After remaining silent for a while, he said, “Allen.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long has it been since you joined us?”

“I started around the end of October, so it has been around twenty days, sir.”

The reason behind Allen’s request was that he wanted the full day to go outside the city to raise his levels and explore the capabilities of his Summons. The Rank E Summons were around one to two meters long, which made them too large to Summon inside his small attic room. Still, he was a brand-new hire knocking on his superior’s door to talk about his off days almost immediately after starting work. This was the same as a new company employee suddenly demanding his salary.

“What if...I said no?”

“Then I’m ready to resign.”

“What?!”

Allen’s answer shocked even Sebas who, at almost sixty years of age, had been surprised by fewer and fewer things in recent years. It had been quite a while since he was so taken aback he let it show on his face. This was because Sebas understood just how much of a privilege working for a noble truly was.

During this brief period of time, Sebas had received multiple reports of Allen’s work performance. He greeted everyone courteously, learned his work quickly, and even helped with the laundry—a task that no one liked doing—when he had spare time. He had a lot of strength despite being a child, and was generous with it, helping make many other servants’ jobs easier. There were even some who doubted his origins as a serf due to his admirable attitude and actions.

Although it was still early, Baron Granvelle and Sebas had discussed raising Allen’s salary—which was currently half the amount those of his station normally received—little by little. But then today’s talk came out of the blue. Sebas found his evaluation of the boy being slightly shaken.

“The frontier village is a success.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” Allen looked confused at the sudden change in topic.

“And the Land Reclamation Decree is still in effect.”

The butler closed his eyes and slowly began talking. As long as the Decree was in effect, all nobles owning fiefdoms were obligated to continue establishing new villages and expanding viable farmland. This was true even of Baron Granvelle, who had already created one success story.

“Yes, sir,” Allen replied, indicating that he was listening carefully.

“It’s still a secret, but we are already in the middle of deciding where the next village should be founded.”

Where’s he going with this?

“Of course, the new village will need a village chief. This is also confidential for now, but one of those being considered for the role is Rodin.”

“Huh?”

As Sebas put it, Baron Granvelle was a man who valued merit over bloodline. As such, he currently held a very high evaluation of Rodin in light of his contributions to Krena Village. He had helped found Krena Village, stood up to provide leadership to the serfs, and was now highly respected by all the villagers. If he was entrusted with starting another village, many would surely follow him. Then, in all likelihood, that new village would host great boar hunts as well. The new village would need a Boar Hunter champion too. The kingdom was in dire need of boar meat, after all.

“And this is why, Allen, your work here holds real meaning.”

In so many words, Allen was now working for the lord who ruled the realm of Granvelle. No one could tell how far up he would eventually climb in the hierarchy among the servants, but everything he learned in his current position would prove useful if he were to succeed Rodin one day and become village chief himself. In other words, he should be satisfied with his current schedule of two half days off each week.

Allen’s answer, however, was silence. Even after hearing everything Sebas had said, he showed no intention of changing his mind. Back when he had been born in this world, Allen had already decided he would challenge this world with all he had. He had already decided how he would live. Namely, he would focus on leveling up and getting stronger. If he could not have his day off each week, he considered staying here at the mansion a waste of his time.

As the silence dragged on, it was Sebas who finally folded in the end. “So, this is that important to you. I’m not sure I get it, but very well. You may have your full day off.”

“Thank you, sir.”

In the first place, although taking two half days was the general rule, there were indeed a few servants who took one full day off instead due to family circumstances. It was simply because Allen had brought the matter up so soon that the butler felt he had to give at least a little bit of a pushback.

In this way, Allen managed to secure one rest day each week for his leveling up.