The Villainess Does It With Class

Chapter 71 - The Nightmare On Agera Estate

"He is still not found?" asked the man who was sitting behind his table inside the study room.

His already old and wrinkly countenance seemed even more tired than the usual. The man leaned back and let out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes.

He frowned when he did not hear the butler's answer, "It's already been a month, why isn't he tracked down yet?"

"It's because of my incompetence," the younger person responded with his head slightly bowing in his direction.

The former let out another sigh, "Nevermind it. Just send another batch of men and make sure that he would be found within a week,"

"Yes, master," the brown-haired man answered. There was a glint in his eyes for a moment as he bowed for the second time and left the room.

As he was walking through the hallway of the dimly lit mansion, he saw one maid approaching. She was carrying a tray containing tea.. Both of their eyes met, and the man nodded at her. The maid acknowledged his gesture and returned it.

The man, Farren Bexley, went back to his quarters. He then removed his eyeglasses and pulled back his hair as soon as he got inside. The once prim and proper-looking right-hand man of Duke Agera changed greatly after a few adjustments.

His piercing dark eyes held coldness in them which was in contrast to the smile he was sporting. While humming, he started to strip off of his butler uniform and put on another set, way too different than the first. After that, he opened the window. Cold air greeted him but it was as if he didn't feel it.

A shadow darted forward to get closer to him and saluted.

"It's time," he declared.

The shadow understood it in an instant and disappeared again. Soon, a group of dark clothed men appeared out of the different corners of the estate, closing in. Farren closed the window again and with a purpose in his strides, went out of his room to go back to the study.

Not a moment later, a scuffle happened, and a great massacre would occur.

The dark clothed men killed everyone in sight, silent and deadly. The guards who were patrolling around the mansion could not even fight back. They were all soundlessly slaughtered. Those who had immediately taken action could not defeat their enemies and died fighting.

Guards, knights, maids, servants, men, and women, young and old, not one of them are spared. Everywhere you look, blood would spill. It was the unexpected nightmare of the clueless estate.

Amidst the chaos, the calm and collected butler knocked on the study where the duke was in. When he didn't hear anything, his smile widened, and opened the door unceremoniously without the duke's permission.

"Master?" he called out.

His eyes drifted to the old man who had fallen to the ground after drinking the tea that the maid had sent.

The duke was feeling weak and couldn't move his body at all. He was also trying his very best to lift himself off the ground, but his arms lay wasted and useless. He heard someone knock and tried to call out. He was sure that he opened his mouth but found himself that he could not speak.

Just then, the door finally opened, revealing his butler much to his relief. His fingers twitched, wanting to ask for his help. He had expected Farren to immediately go to him and aid him, but he never did.

"F-farr..." he croaked.

The butler came closer until the fallen duke could see his polished shoes.

"Master, why are you on the floor?" Farren asked in a worried tone. It sounded so genuine that even the duke was fooled.