The Transmigrated Author

[Analyzing character: Montclair Head Servant]

[The following character does not have a name…]

[Generating name for minor villain: Montclair Head Servant.]

FWANG

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[Status Window Of: Aubin Henri Richard (Unawakened)]

[Age: 58]

[Strength: C-]

[Attack Power: B]

[Durability: B]

[Speed: D+

[Mana: C-

[Elemental Attribute: Wind]

[Current Thoughts: "Master said he'd arrive soon, so I have to be weary of these kids whereabouts."]

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Well, It wasn't surprising to see his stats so weak.

From what I can assume, it will only be like this until the moment he awakens.

His awakening would only happen around the time he consumes the demonic serum.

So there isn't anything I can do much about this guy.

Fighting him seemed almost pointless since Vanessa and Christian would handle them later.

But for some reason, I just felt frustrated.

Just looking at him pisses me off.

On the outside he's just the ordinary head servant, But did I really make his villain status that obvious?

His eyes were practically closed, but when he opened them, it was like he was smiling deviously.

Of course, this novel is without it's tropes so the characters around me are airheads, until the obvious is up in their faces.

"Shall we head inside?" the head servant asked.

He grabbed the attention of everyone who turned to look at him.

"Yeah!"

***

Inside the Montclair mansion, Vanessa, undercover as Ms. Korine, smoothed down the last pillowcase in the female guests' room.

"That should be the last one," she murmured, surveying the perfectly aligned furniture.

She'd been assigned to the guest wing, tasked with preparing the rooms.

It was a far cry from her usual mercenary duties, but she found a strange satisfaction in creating order and beauty.

"Are you done, Ms. Korine?" the head maid asked, peeking through the doorway.

Vanessa nodded, a practiced smile gracing her lips. With a graceful curtsy, she greeted the head maid. "Evening, Mrs. Lateya. All my duties for the women's rooms are complete."

Mrs. Lateya entered and began her inspection. After a thorough examination, she turned to Vanessa, who waited by the door.

"Well done, Ms. Korine! I'm impressed. Please keep up the good work. I'll let you know if anything else comes up, but for now, you can take a break."

Vanessa nodded respectfully and exited the room.

A break already? she thought, surprised by the unexpected leniency.

This gave her a chance to explore the mansion and gather intel.

Wiping imaginary dust from her maid's dress, she set off down the grand hallway, her eyes scanning for anything suspicious.

Her mission was to investigate any "abnormal activity" within the household.

A few minutes later, she found herself in a highly secured area, with guards stationed at regular intervals.

Assessing the situation, she recognized the sensitive nature of this area, but there were no signs of entry.

She was positioned on the second floor, overlooking a grand staircase that led down to a set of imposing double doors.

It was the artifact library Yang Vienna had mentioned in the report.

There was a known fact of the Montclair family's impressive collection of historical artifacts.

As she took a closer look, she could hear the muffled sounds of footsteps echoing from within the library.

Intrigued, she started to descend the stairs, but a sound stopped her in her tracks. Footsteps were approaching from the other end of the corridor.

Thinking quickly, she ducked behind a stack of crates positioned near the railing. Just in time, she thought, peering through a gap between the boxes.

Two guards, armed with pistols and rifles, positioned themselves at the top of the stairs, blocking the entrance to the library.

"Hey, when do you think it's that time of the hour again?" one guard asked.

"Smuggling or the next shift change?"

"Smuggling," the first guard replied. "Apparently, there are going to be visitors here, and the boss told us we can't do it once they're here."

Smuggling? Vanessa's interest piqued. This was valuable information.

"Really?" the second guard said. "I had my eyes on that artifact next to 'that' thing. Apparently, there's a high demand for it on the market."

"Well, I just hope the visitors are females," the first guard mused. "I've been trying to talk to the head maid, but she always seems to avoid me."

"Are you sure you're not just ugly?" his companion teased.

"Shut up!"

Vanessa listened intently, committing every word to memory. This was more than enough information to report to Yang Vienna.

She scanned her surroundings for an escape route.

A door was located a few feet down the hallway, but just as she was about to make a move, she heard more footsteps approaching from that direction.

Shit... I've been caught out.

Reaching for her mask and light sword, she prepared herself for combat.

She positioned herself in a leaping form, ready to strike as soon as it opened.

The doorknob turned slowly and Vanessa's legs bent.

KCHAK!...

The door jammed.

KNOCK!

"Oi, open up! We need to get ready soon!"

"You have to go around! That door's jammed."

"What do you mean?"

BANG!

The guard kicked the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"That door can't be opened unless the master does it, so go around," a voice from inside explained.

Realizing there was no point in forcing the door, the guards retreated, their footsteps fading down the hallway.

Haah... that was close. Vanessa leaned against the crates, her heart still pounding.

WOM!!!

Suddenly, a blinding flash filled the corridor, followed by a surge of strange energy.

Vanessa felt a tremor run through the floor.

From below, the sounds of footsteps intensified. Wait... I sensed six people down there earlier, but now there are at least sixteen?

She knew something was wrong. She had to find out what was happening in the artifact library.

"Lads, we have returned!" a voice boomed from below. "Everyone is free to enter 'it' now."

"Yes!" The guards' excited shouts echoed up the stairwell.

Vanessa saw her opportunity. The two guards at the top of the stairs had left their posts.

She slipped past the crates and hurried down the hallway...

I'll make sure Ms. Yang knows about this.