Someone had illegally entered the estate, and the aura they gave off carried an intense, almost unconscious killing intent.
What should one do in such a situation?
Milluki's answer was to make a run for it.
He did not care in the slightest whether the butlers lived or died. Or rather, that was precisely the duty the butlers were supposed to fulfill.
Compared to that, the triannual comic convention was far more important.
Seeing Wutong and the other butlers blocking the monster of a man, Milluki took the opportunity to turn and leave, heading toward the gates.
Within the dark, dense forest, Wutong—dressed in a black butler's uniform and wearing thin-rimmed glasses, looking refined and scholarly—stopped a short distance in front of Moyu.
More than a dozen people in identical attire stood scattered behind him.
Like Wutong, they were all butlers of the Zoldyck Family. They usually bore many responsibilities, one of which was guarding the gates.
Normally, there was a boundary line stretching from the Trial Gate to the middle of the forest.
Thus, any illegal intruder would be turned away by the butlers at that boundary.
But this time was different.
Wutong and the other butlers had heard the tremendous commotion coming from the Trial Gate, as well as the powerful aura that had flashed into existence and vanished in an instant.
They had also received orders from their master, which was why they had proactively come to investigate.
Then they encountered Moyu, who was heading toward Mount Kukuroo.
From the perspective of Wutong and the dozen or so butlers, the ordinary-looking man before them was clearly no ordinary person.
He was even the strongest illegal intruder they had encountered since entering this line of work.
"This is private property. The only outcome for trespassers is death."
Wutong