"Huh? What the hell are y..." Even before the word 'You' got out of the man's mouth his jaw was crushed.
Not by anything, but a white gloved fist straight to his left jaw, from the glasses butler whom he just humiliated. Then followed by a straight heel kick sending the man flying straight forward.
Boom!
The man leading the blockade crashed onto the armored car behind him, distorting its body into a mangled shape. The force of the kick was strong enough to deform the car's armor. If not for the man's resilient mage body, he would have been killed.
"Kill 'em!" a shout rang out from one of the men surrounding the two.
The surrounding mages began preparing their spells, while a few immediately launched attacks—fireballs, ice spikes, paralysis rays, and exhaustion beams.
But all the spells missed. The young butler's movements were faster than normal human capabilities.
Several ice shards and fireballs hit the ground where the young butler had stood moments before. In the meantime, the young butler's fists claimed a few more assailants, sending them flying into unconsciousness.
"Arrgghh! What's wrong with that damn butler!"
"Shoot him! Use the gun! He's not a mage!" one of them shouted, and several assailants drew their guns.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted, but the young butler avoided the bullets as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He swiftly threw several knives at the assailants.
Each knife found its mark, striking the gun-wielding assailants in vital spots—throats, eyes, the middle of the forehead. The knives, once ordinary silverware used for dining, had become lethal weapons in the young butler's hands.
He quickly dispatched several other assailants who were still preparing spells. Some spells were already fired at him, but he punched through them, destroying them in the process. His movements were smooth, and none of the projectiles or attacks had hit him.
It was as if he knew the predetermined path of those attacks and managed to avoid them every time. And no matter how intense his movements, the young butler managed to keep his glasses in place.
Every punch the young butler landed broke bones and cracked ribs.
Observing his pupil's performance, the old butler nodded repeatedly while marking the young butler's score sheet.
Looking at the calm old man, one of the assailants pointed at him.
At this moment, a slaughter fest began as the old and young butler swiftly eliminated all the assailants who dared to block their path. Screams and cries of agony reverberated in the area, but none of the citizens seemed to care, and no police were coming. This area had already been subjected to a bounded field spell to prevent any non-mages from entering, keeping the secret of the Curtained World.
After about five minutes, all of the assailants had been eliminated. However, both the old and young butler were unaware that there was a survivor, and he was running to the meeting point of his comrades.
"Hufff... Hufff... What's wrong with those two butlers? Just you wait! I'll come back with more people!" The survivor said through gritted teeth.
He had arrived at his base, the basement of a random building nearby.
"Everyone! We have a problem! Hey...." The survivor froze as he entered the basement, the scene before him as if hell had descended.
All of his comrades had been slaughtered, each with a horrified expression as if they had seen something terrifying. Many corpses had slash and puncture wounds, their hearts missing as their chests were punctured with large gaping holes. Their eyes were wide, and blood soaked the floor.
A lone figure stood solitary within the basement, eyes spitting flame, full of resentment, gazing at the survivor. It was Jack the Ripper, who had come here to cull the ranks of the assailants.
"Who... Who are you...." The survivor uttered in horror as Jack slowly walked toward him step by step.
"No... No! Don't get any closer.. Arrrrrrrrrrgghhhh!" The survivor screamed in agony, but no one heard his scream as the basement had already been subjected to a sound prevention spell.
Meanwhile, after clearing the scene, the old butler continued to mark the young butler's score while the young butler pushed the obstructing car out of the way, just enough for their car to pass.
Afterward, the old butler handed the score sheet to the young butler. "Deduct 5 points for letting your clothes and gloves get dirty with the blood of uninvited guests. A butler must always be presentable and elegant, as that reflects your master's honor and status. Remember that." The old butler instructed.
"Yes, teacher..." The young butler responded with a defeated look as he glanced at his score sheet.
He had been deducted a whopping 25 points! This was too much. The young butler felt like crying but had no tears. His teacher was too strict! He should have gotten at least 70 points and passed with flying colors, but instead, he barely passed with 62 points!
Yes, the young butler was none other than Russo Veneziale, sentenced to learn manners from the best butler school. He had been admitted to "The Royal Institute of International Service," the best butler school in the world, based in Sweden.
At first, he was just like any other butler, but with the condition imposed on him to graduate with the best score by the fearsome mage, Daniel Emberweave, or Magitech, he had to excel. He soon rose to become the top student, performing in a magnificent manner.
His performance caught the eye of his teacher, Edward Pennyworth, the chief butler of the Swedish King and the dean of the school. Upon learning of Russo's situation and knowledge of the Curtained World, Edward took Russo under his wing and trained him as his personal pupil.
Here, Russo learned all kinds of service and manners, along with how to fight elegantly, from his teacher. As a bonus, his teacher awakened his mana pathway, making him a quasi-mage, as his mana pathway served only to enhance his physical capabilities.
He didn't learn any spells other than receiving an insignia tattoo on his back, which automatically enhanced his physical abilities when entering combat.