"Everyone's attention is focused on the war on Peng Joe itself right now. This is the best time for us to leave!"
In the dressing room, the Army Minister put on the clothes that smelled faintly sour with the servants' help. He stood before the mirror, looking at his reflection.
No one, himself included, could connect the man he was now with the established image of the Army Minister.
The butler casually helped him take care of a few details nearby. At this moment, the Army Minister was pretending to be the gardener of his own estate.
His disguise seemed to be working quite well!
"After I leave, I'll have to trouble you to keep an eye on things here. Once I reach my destination, I'll contact you immediately..."
The Army Minister shifted his gaze from his reflection in the mirror to the butler.
"You can leave then."
The butler bowed slightly. "I know what to do, Master."
Butlers, especially those from the families of great nobles, actually carried the bloodlines of those families.
For example, the chief royal butler was the older brother of the emperor before last.
The butler of the Army Minister's household was one of his cousins.
He was nearly ten years older than the Army Minister and had been chosen as his butler by the Army Minister's father.
Since butlers handled many of a family's private affairs, no one felt comfortable entrusting them entirely to outsiders with no blood relation.
In most of the world's cultures, recognition of and loyalty to one's bloodline was considered a mainstream belief.
This allowed butlers to wield considerable power without doing anything to harm the family.
The Army Minister was still relatively relaxed at this point. "Have you contacted them?"
The butler nodded. "They'll leave by boat at eleven