Seriously, Don't Ask?

Chapter 145

After his conversation with Viscountess Müller had ended.

A certain grand mansion on the outskirts of the capital boasted an old-fashioned yet sturdy exterior.

Wilhelm passed through the mansion's iron gates—not the Academy's main entrance—and arrived before the front door.

A middle-aged butler who had come out to greet him in advance bent deeply at the waist and offered a courteous bow.

"Welcome, General."

But there was something truly strange about the form of that greeting.

For a servant of a noble household, the details of one's movements should be smooth, yet every motion should end with crisp, military precision.

Yet the butler before him still seemed awkward with that smoothness.

His fingertips were pressed tightly against the trouser seam, giving him the stiff appearance of a soldier standing before a parade-review platform...