Rohika Sedro has ten hunting dogs.

These dogs, capable of doing anything for their owner, are kept strictly confidential, to the extent that even the nobles of Tienda are unaware of their true nature.

Instead, only a very small minority knows about them.

With three hunting dogs of the tower lord, it is said that one can conquer a city. If they become the silent signs of dogs walking through the darkness, even ten layers of castle walls and a hundred guards are useless.

They were ethereal nightmares and silently approaching messengers, the darkest shadows of the tower.

And the former hunting dog, Dias, was struggling not to cry in front of the broken piece of a teacup offered by Ivy.

“Don’t be too sad. I’ll buy a new one.”

Even Ivy’s careful soothing was in vain.

“This teacup must have been happy. Let’s send it off without any regrets since it was loved.”

Even throwing in a slight joke had the same effect.

Dias had an expression that could not believe this miserable situation.

A week ago, Ivy had gone up to Tienda to participate in the Flower Festival, leaving her butler in Vees. It was to investigate the arena in Vees Southeast, where there were rumors of hidden snakes.

Thus, the two who were fate companions briefly parted ways and reunited in a small village in Vees after exactly a week.

Now, sitting face to face in Ivy’s two-story house, they had a lot to talk about.

So, the impulsive Ivy briefly conveyed what happened above.

The saint was not the culprit of the curse, unexpected conflicts arose due to Marquis Montla’s capriciousness, meeting Duke Bayen separately, and Ivy’s mansion burning down.

Until this point, Dias listened to the story with the usual calm face.

However, when Ivy expressed regret for not protecting her, Dias’ complexion changed abruptly. He turned pale, swallowed a deep breath, and soon became the most gloomy person in the world as he started endlessly staring at the broken piece of the teacup.

When neither comfort nor jokes worked for the butler in such a miserable state, Ivy, after a moment of contemplation, added softly.

“How about finding other interests at this time? The sisters will play with you.”

At the mention of sisters, Dias raised his head in surprise. Then, with eyes questioning how Ivy could say such harsh words, he looked at her reproachfully.

“Now it’s time to get closer, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not. Don’t be so presumptuous.”

Dias’s denial was firm, so Ivy couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

In fact, Dias was afraid of Ivy’s sisters, that is, the maids of the mansion. While it might be laughable for others to hear that a butler is afraid of maids, Ivy could somewhat understand Dias’s feelings.

Two years ago, Ivy’s mansion had a very awkward atmosphere. This was because people who didn’t know each other well suddenly started living together overnight.
Rohika gave her mansion, owned by Sedro, to Ivy, who wanted to become a saint, and sent dozens of slave voices along. It implied receiving care and supervision.

At this point, Ivy was secretly worried. While she herself was in the same position as the maids and was close to Dias, the same couldn’t be said for both sides.

The gap between Dias, who was the tower lord’s hunting dog, and the slaves who had been trapped underground was significant. So Ivy was concerned about whether they could get along well in their roles as butler and maids.

However, once they started living under the same roof, their relationship was established in an instant.

Dogs.

Former hunting dog.

Stray dog!

The maids expressed it in the form of driving the butler crazy.

“Butler, Lana helped with the shopping yesterday. Are you favoring her now?”

“Butler, this was made thinking of you. It’s a bit much, but you have to eat it all, okay?”

“Butler, please wear this outfit. For unity, the butler should wear the same clothes as us… Catch him! He’s escaping!”

In conclusion, once the chains were released and they lived together, the slaves turned out to be stronger than expected, and the hunting dogs were unexpectedly pathetic.

So, the maids, who approached the butler cautiously with a mix of curiosity and fear, discovered that he was approachable, and they flocked to him every day, endlessly playing with him.

Feeding him, dressing him, and expressing jealousy on every occasion, they maliciously enjoyed watching the butler sweat profusely.

Meanwhile, Dias was extremely uncomfortable with the excessive attention and scrutiny he received for the first time in his life. He was someone accustomed to acting discreetly, and back then, there were no words around him.

Eventually, he began to avoid the maids who seemed burdensome, and the more he did, the more actively the maids tried to catch the butler.

And Ivy watched them from a distance, thinking, “Ah, the one with the upper hand wins after all.”

Ivy nostalgically remembered Dias from the time when he was teased and troubled every day.