..

Elisha looked into his eyes. Her eyes ran into his red ones, and she quickly avoided eye contact. She was wondering what it meant, but she didnt ask.

Carola hurriedly took a step towards them.

High General, please go to the mansion with me get in my carriage, and.

I have standards, maam,

Lucerne said sharply, cutting her off.

If I were to enter the mansion with you, everyone would be imagining an affair between my cousins wife and I. And if you dont want to be the subject of your servants ridicule tonight, you should refrain from proposing such actions. Especially since its also disgusting to think that Ill be involved with you.

Carolas face turned pale. She trembled like a child who was about to burst into tears.

But Elisha, with her blonde hair tied together, was just hanging still and slightly bowing.

***

Make sure the girls job never allows her to enter Jacobs residence. If Lucerne, who isnt interested in women, covets her, Jacob will also covet her. Carolas nervous.

Carola climbed into the carriage and whispered to her close aide, her nanny. The nanny nodded her head.

Youre not a cruel girl. You need to be careful.

Yes, she is going to scold them when Lucerne and Jacob arent around. But not today. Thatll make them shut up.

***

That black carriage,

The carriage rang loudly.

The butler, who was looking out of the window with his dim eyes suddenly opening wide, rushed out to the front door in a fit of surprise.

The youngest grandson is here!

Here comes the bastard Lucerne, who makes even the Duke Cartiers blood tremble and dry up! The High General, the ruthless and brutal war-tested murderer.

When the attendants became aware of the situation, they began to whisper.

Step. Step.

Lucerne walked onto the thread of the golden sand carpet in his boots. His men, dressed in knights uniform behind him, walked with him.

When he finally stopped, one of the Dukes servants crawled on his knees and polished up his fine leather boots.

When the servant had finished his act, Lucerne moved his feet as if he were pushing the nuisance away. It was that unquestionable confident attitude he had.

The servant backed away with a few steps. The butler walked in after him and rubbed his hands together.

Welcome, Sir Lucerne. The Duke is waiting.

I brought the Dukes birthday present.

He prefers to be called Overlord.

Smirk.

At his words, Lucerne said:

How typical of him.

As if the title given by the Empire was nothing compared to the head of the house. His grandfather would always emphasize that he was the patriarch.

But those sacks, by the way, could they be,

When the butler saw the loads on his mens shoulders becoming watery, he asked about them.

Be careful of the blood.

Lucerne whispered. At the words, his men smiled and tilted the sacks. With a thickly dripping sound, thick drops of blood fell loudly on the carpet.

Its my grandfathers birthday present.

Is, is this what you mean? What in the world is inside it?

The butler doubted his eyes. It was green blood.

This year, he told me to bring a birthday present.

Lucerne blew his words again because the old man was about to die. The butler pretended not to hear.

Ive been hunting for something that stands out. Youd better use the leather.

..

The butler exclaimed dismay when he saw the dragons neck, which had fallen out of the sack.

***

The butler called in the servants to decorate the dragons head and somehow make it look like a gift.

The servants, almost in tears, prepared to adorn the dragons head which was the size of an adult male, with silks and flowers.

Is he really Lucerne de Kayas?

One of the servants whispered to the old servant, and the old man had been working in this mansion for a very long time.

Yes.

I cant believe hes a bastard.rather more than anyone..

Yes, I know, that proud look, an appearance is nobler than from a real aristocrat.

Yes.

The servant nodded his head.

With glinting red eyes and shiny black hair, he thought he saw a god who came down from heaven. He was striking, enormous, and powerful-looking. By comparison, the other grandchildren. .

The servant stopped thinking right there it was not his right to even do sothe Duke of Cartier and his family did not welcome servants with opinions or thoughts. They only wanted obedient hands.

***