Then he handed the sealed letter to Blake.
"This is for Master Elijah."
As instructed by Master Elian, he would record details of Master Vili's life every week and report them to him.
"yes!"
Blake took it, but as he turned around, he heard the old butler's eerie voice again.
Your vacation next month has been cancelled.
"yes……"
Watching the servant's dejected figure, Deville sighed and shook his head.
Blake's loyalty as a servant was beyond question; that was just his character...
well.
Putting these unimportant things out of his mind, he closed the door, returned to his study, bent down and took out a portrait from the cabinet, slowly wiping the edges.
No matter how much these two quarrel and scheme to win over Master Vili's favor... it will all be in vain when Master Elian returns.
Strangely enough, even though things weren't particularly busy outside, young master Elijah seemed to be preoccupied with something and was reluctant to return to the castle.
Although the person was not there, clothes and jewels were delivered to them like a flowing stream, without interruption.
...This seems to have started after young Master Vili came of age.
Deville's mind was racing, and his hands involuntarily slowed down. Then, a sudden tug startled him awake; the painting in his hands had somehow ended up in someone else's hands.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he then noticed that the study door had been opened silently long ago.
Cold sweat soaked the back of his collar. Controlling his wildly beating heart, Deville slowly shifted his gaze to the person who was looking down at the portrait.
The newcomer had long, dark red hair, like the embers of a burning flame, cold and devoid of warmth, slightly curled and cascading down, obscuring his expression.
His tall and slender figure shouldn't have given off a sense of threat, but when facing him, Deville's hands trembled uncontrollably, as if his blood had stopped flowing.
Who is the person in the painting?
The man finally spoke, but didn't spare a single glance for the person beside him.
“…It’s Master Vili.” Deville spoke again, emphasizing, “Master Vili Thun.”
"Is Thun... His Highness's son?"
Upon hearing this address, Deville let out a slight sigh of relief, and the incessant warnings in his mind finally ceased.
"He is a child adopted by His Highness the Prince."
"——Lord Leyson."
He bowed his head respectfully.
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