Retired Knight: Miss Loli's Personal Butler

In the city of Atel within the Hedley Empire, in a count's residence.

Lane stood in front of a room in the residence, still feeling somewhat dazed for a moment.

Because not long ago, he was still at the border, fighting against the invading demonic army as the head of the knight order.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in this count's residence and was about to take care of the count's daughter as a private butler.

The contrast between the two extremely different identities made Lane unable to adapt for a long time.

After taking a deep breath, Lane raised his head and knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

After the knocking sound faded, soon, the door was slowly pushed open.

As the door of the boudoir was slowly opened, a faint floral fragrance drifted out from the crack.

Then, a little loli poked her small head out from behind the door and looked up at Lane.

The only daughter of the count Horace Yaxi of the Hedley Empire, Nanali Yaxi, was nine years old.

Lane looked down and found that Nanali took after her beautiful mother in many aspects, whether it was her finely chiseled features or those aqua-blue eyes like gemstones.

Nanali's hair was golden, just reaching her back on her petite body. It looked very soft and fluffy. She wore a clean princess dress, and her little feet in clean white socks stepped on the ground, as cute as a doll.

The gaze of the big one and the small one met, marking the beginning of all fates.

This is a story of a knight butler wearing a smiling mask and a lonely and vulnerable noble young lady.

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The matter has to be traced back to two days ago.

Outside the territory of the Hedley Empire, in the territory of the Demons, in the year 1404 of the Human Calendar, September, autumn.

In a space created by the demon mages, a man in black armor sat holding a sword on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

An invisible pressure was released, preventing the group of demon warriors below from advancing even half a step.

The man's dark black armor was stained with unremovable blood and dirt. At first glance, he looked like a dark knight of the demons. But the golden national emblem of the Hedley Empire on the left side of the breastplate indicated that this man was a knight of the Hedley Empire.

Behind this man, there was also a group of knights wearing the same black armor, but the national emblem on their breastplates was not golden.

The demon warriors couldn't figure out why the Hedley Human Empire, which always aimed for holiness and nobility, created such a group of monstrous knights in black armor?

The dark red sky, originally used to suppress the combat effectiveness of the human knights, seemed to have become a backdrop for this man, making the demon generals and soldiers below tremble involuntarily.

At this moment, the man slowly raised his head. The friction between the helmet and the breastplate made a harsh noise, causing the demon warriors below to take a step back in unison.

"It's time to end..."

A seemingly sentimental voice came out through the helmet.

Although the man's face couldn't be seen through the helmet, just listening to this voice, one would feel that this man... was harmless?

It gave people a very young feeling, without the slightest sense of majesty - if he weren't sitting on the mountain of corpses at this moment.

When the demon warriors were puzzled about what the man meant, a long horn sounded from the demon city behind them.

Retreat!

Hearing this horn, the demons, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly retreated like a tide.

Watching the retreating demons, the man did not choose to pursue but slowly stood up and jumped off the mountain of corpses.

Looking at the group of knights standing upright before him, the man said indifferently, "Return to the city."

"Yes!"

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At the border of the Hedley Empire, within the guarded pass.

"Captain Lane!"

The man who had just sat on the mountain of corpses had just found a place to sit down when a messenger soldier rushed over:

"News from the Council has arrived. The demons have signed a peace agreement. We don't have to fight anymore!"

"Don't have to fight anymore?"

As the words fell, the knights around all turned to look at the messenger soldier.

"Yes, we don't have to fight anymore!"

The scene was silent for a moment, and then, all the knights burst out with unprecedented cheers.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Lane slowly took off his helmet, revealing a seemingly gentle and refined face beneath it, yet showing firmness everywhere.

Lane, the captain of the "Dark Corrosion" Knight Order. Judging by the standards of the knight order captains, at the age of twenty-four, he could be said to be quite young.

Unlike those around him, Lane had extremely rare black hair in the Hedley Empire, which was very eye-catching.

Taking the intelligence delivered by the messenger soldier, Lane took a quick glance and said:

"The last time the demons signed a truce agreement, there was a six-hundred-year truce. I wonder how long they will be honest this time..."

"I say, we should just charge straight into the Demon King's City and completely eliminate the demons once and for all!"

The deputy captain beside him pounded his fist and said viciously.

Lane gave the deputy captain a sideways glance: "If the Demon King comes out, will you fight?"

Hearing this, the deputy captain immediately wilted and chuckled: "Isn't there you!"

"Get out of here!"

Lane gave the deputy captain a kick, causing the deputy captain along with his armor to roll several times.

Looking at the deputy captain's almost white beard, Lane shook his head:

"Don't think too much. The demons have retreated, and our duty is completed. Just go back to our hometown and enjoy... the good life. Anyway, when the demons attack again next time, it has nothing to do with us."

Just then, another messenger soldier rushed over: "Captain Lane, there's a letter for you!"

"My letter?"

Lane took the envelope in confusion, read the contents of the letter, and fell silent.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

A knight beside couldn't help asking.

Lane silently put away the envelope and slowly said: "My foster father is critically ill."

"Captain, please... condole?"

Looking at the slightly upturned corners of Lane's mouth, all the knights felt something was not quite right.

Suppressing his smile, Lane stood up: "Remove my armor for me."

The deputy captain stepped forward to remove the armor for Lane, and the members also led a horse over at the same time.

Looking at Lane mounting the horse lightly, the deputy captain solemnly said: "Captain, have a safe journey!"

"Please trouble you to tell the king for me. I'm going back first..."

After explaining to the deputy captain, Lane waved goodbye to the knights, and then whipped the reins -

"Slap!"

"I'm going to the feast!" Watching Lane disappearing quickly in a cloud of dust, the deputy captain was stunned for a long time before slowly coming to his senses:

"What does 'going to the feast' mean?"

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The city of Atel is located beside the capital of Hedley, and its prosperity even surpasses that of the capital.

After a two-day journey, Lane, riding a thin horse, finally arrived in this city.

Slowly moving through the bustling traffic, looking at the prosperous scene of the streets, Lane felt as if he had been transported to another world for a moment.

The empire was developing at an astonishing speed. After ten years of knight life, Lane felt that he was somewhat out of place in the current world.

It's a pity that it's still very, very far from the prosperous city in his memory, with tall buildings and continuous traffic.

Lane wasn't a transmigrator. Or rather, Lane almost became one.

The reason for saying this is that when Lane was still in the orphanage as a child, a strange consciousness rushed into his mind, attempting to possess his body.

Then... that consciousness failed and was swallowed by him, giving him a bunch of strange memories.

Although the main consciousness still controlled the body, Lane's daily behaviors were always influenced by those strange memories.

For example, strange words would often pop out of his mouth and such...