One Hell of a Butler

Victorique held onto Sebastian's arm, doing her best to hide behind him. She pointed towards an ice cream stand, "Sebastian, they have a cake batter flavor! How do people think of these things?" Victorique squeaked.

Sebastian guided Victorique towards the stand, "There are very creative people in this country," Sebastian replied.

He stopped in front of the stand and nudged Victorique, then nodded to the stand. She glanced at Sebastian before heaving a sigh and walking in front of Sebastian. However, before she could open her mouth to speak, a young-looking nobleman approached them. Completely ignoring Sebastian, he walked to Victorique.

"So, that's where you ran off to," He said, "I was wondering where you were, we were supposed to meet up today,"

Sebastian bowed to the two and went to step away, but was stopped by Victorique grabbing his sleeve. Victorique pulled Sebastian in front of her.

"Oh," Sebastian said, "Greetings, sir, Sebastian Gallo at your service," He bowed, "I am in service to lady Blancheaur of the esteemed house Blancheaur,"

The noble looked Sebastian up and down before simply scoffing at him, "Count Walsh," He simply stated,

Sebastian heaved a sigh before pulling a small notebook and pen from his pocket. He flipped through a few pages before he crossed something out.

"Ah, it appears your meeting with Duchess Blancheaur and Empress Eden is canceled today, my apologies," He said.

The Count opened his mouth to speak before being rushed away by his guards and servants.

Sebastian looked behind him to Victorique, who hugged him from behind. He felt her tears on his back.

"Thank you so much," She cried.

"Of course, my lady, I'm one hell of a butler, after all,"