Reincarnated as the Villainess Butler

Her Butler

"What , where am I ? "

"ERIC GET YER ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT."

"Eric?, is he calling for me?

"I said get down ere now."

"For some reason I can't disobey that voice."

"Yer late for our morning practice brat, if ye don't take it seriously I'd have to increase your training regimen stop increasing my workload boy."

"Y-yes father."

"Father?, I'm yer damn master!!!, did I hit that head o' yours bad or what."

Master or rather Master Theodore as he calls himself hands me a sword a really heavy one at that.

"Uh, I meant master what are we doing today?."

"We're sparring ofcourse I'm not letting ya go until you land a hit or two." Says Master

The way he looked at me with his eyes, there's no doubt he intends to kill if I don't fight like my life depended on it I'd most definitely end up getting sliced by him.

"Yes Master Theodore!!."

Without further ado the battle begins, as if possessed my body moves on its own delivering an upward arc to my dismay that wasn't enough master simply moved to the left and countered with his own i block his strike with the broad section of my sword and get to a safe distance, master doesn't take well to my retreat and pursues me.

" is this all you got boy." I tensed up at masters imposing figure if i mess this up i could end up dead

"No, I'm only getting started old man." Call it adrenaline or whatever , I'm just glad to be moving on my own two feet again and I'm goin to live the 2nd life to the fullest beating this old coot will have to be the first step.

In this game of cat and mouse I blocked, parried and dodged incoming attacks this continued on for a while. Having had enough I considered my option being older his reach is beyond what I can handle as a child. I have no other option but to bite. I charge at Master with all the speed I can muster my body glew up and accelerated the world turned into a blur relying on muscle memory I struck at Master with all the power i can muster, Theodore stood with a smirk on his face took up a stance and met my strike with his own it took just an instant for me to fall on my knees but i did it a i have a piece of masters clothing on my sword tip.

" You did good boy."

"Gaaaah!!!!, i was close."

"In 10 years perhaps boy, in 10 years." Said Master whimsically

"Don't go senile on me by then."

"Hahaha you're free to go now and remember to swing that sword next time we're goin for a 2 rounder." Said Master his grin widened

"You've got to be shitting me!!."

It was 3 years ago, that I (Eric) an orphan that was rescued by Master Theodore. He found me all flea ridden , all alone in a cold alleyway hugging my knees. Bits and pieces of Eric's memories came back to me as my consciousness assimilates into his. That boy had suffered living with that drill sergeant of an old man, needless to say thanks to his insistence on training my host's body moves like a seasoned veteran.

"Oi? Boy can you hear me."
"Huh?, who are you?."
"You don't need to know me, I want to know why's a little whimper snapper like you in a doin in a shoddy alleyway like this where are your parents boy?."
"I don't have parents or a home. They're dead t-the bad guys killed them."
"Bandits.."
"who are those?"
"*sigh* bad people, they are truly bad."
"I don't get it, why do they have to be bad."
"I don't know the answer to that, i guess this is the way life goes its eat or get eaten out there, and boy this is where I ask you..."