Deville was hurriedly summoned by the servants. Before he even entered the door, he saw a group of people standing around the empty doorway, none of whom dared to go in.
"..."
A bunch of useless idiots!
He suddenly missed Master Elijah who was away, but then he remembered his feelings for Master Vili, and his temples seemed to throb.
Taking a deep breath, the elderly housekeeper wondered for the first time if it was time for him to retire.
A jumble of chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, and the servants, having already noticed his arrival, made way for him.
Deville coldly scanned the area, and before he could even lift his leg, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Young Master Vili?"
Everyone hurriedly bowed.
Without looking at them, Willie's expression was somewhat surprised.
“Deville, you’ve come at the perfect time.”
"I happen to need to talk to you about something."
As he spoke, he took the lead and walked out, and the old butler subconsciously followed in his footsteps.
After taking two steps, he stopped and hesitated before turning back.
"Your room..."
"Let them fight it out. Once they're done, we'll call someone to clean up the mess."
"yes."
The crowd nodded and gradually dispersed.
“Young Master Willy, tolerance is your virtue. But if I may be so bold, endless tolerance will only encourage evil.”
“This isn’t the first time they’ve done this. In the past, they only did it outside, but now they’ve dared to break right into your bedroom.”
"If we don't punish them appropriately, it might set a bad example within the castle."
Deville followed behind Willy, shaking his head in disapproval, his tone unconsciously becoming stern by the end.
"If young master Elijah were here, I'm afraid..."
Okay.
Vili interrupted his rambling and pushed open the study door.
"Since you put it that way, then let your brother handle it."
Seeing that he wanted to say something else, Vili continued:
"But if you're going to punish him, remember to tell my brother that it's all Si Yuan's fault, and it would be best if he used all his salary to compensate me for my losses."
"By the way, he should get a salary, right?"
“…Young Master Vili, although we are called vampires, we are still no match for capitalists.”
His interruption eased the somewhat somber atmosphere.
Vili didn't understand his joke, but Il was overjoyed.
"Is there something you need from me?"
"I'll ask you that next," Deville asked.
Willy sat in the armchair and clapped his hands as if reminded.
"I almost forgot about the important matter."
He got straight to the point.
"During your absence, I encountered a vampire who claimed his name was..."
"Lesson Scarlett."
To Willy's surprise, upon hearing this name, the usually composed and self-possessed Deville froze on the spot, completely losing his composure.
"You...you mean..."
That's impossible... given Lord Lysen's personality...
He bit his tongue to clear his head and met Willy's gaze, trying his best to remain calm.
"What kind of person is this Lord Lysen you met?"
The way this question was asked was really strange. Could there be a second Lyson Scarlett in this castle?
Willy's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't ask any questions. Instead, he pondered along with the old butler's words:
"He was a... timid, shy, and crybaby."
For a moment, Deville began to doubt his ears.
In my memory, Lord Leisen had a melancholy temperament, was quite aloof, and not easy to get along with.
And those three words that Master Willy said...
Which one is evenly matched with the other?!
Deville had been quiet for far too long, and Willy couldn't help but call out to urge him on.
"What's wrong?"
"..."
With the professionalism of a butler who had worked for hundreds of years, Deville suppressed the metallic taste in his throat and lowered his head: "I'm sorry, it was my rudeness."
His expression looked somewhat dazed, but it hardened in the next second.
Now that the other party has awakened... and the meeting between young master Vili and him is a foregone conclusion, it is time to tell them everything.
"...That's how it is."
Willy leaned against the table, cupping his face in his hands as if listening to a story. His fair cheeks were pressed into indentations, which melted Deville's heart.
He calmed himself down.
"The esteemed person you met is a member of the main branch of the Scarlett family, who was originally intended to be groomed as their heir."
"That's why his parents named him 'Lesson'."
“What’s wrong with the name?” Vili raised his hand.
Deville, interrupted, glanced at him helplessly.
"Did you have all of your history assignments done by young master Elijah?"
"..."
Vili hadn't expected his past to be brought up, and he guiltily looked away.
"If you had listened attentively in class, you should have known..."
"The name Lyson Scarlett is one of six princes in history."
Unfortunately, in modern times, only Prince Zephyr Thun remains.
Deville, regaining his composure, continued:
"Among all the princes, Prince Leisen is renowned for his formidable fighting prowess. He is the lord of the night, the embodiment of blood and fire, and the conqueror of endless wars."
His tone was like an aria.
"He's like the vampire's 'God of War'."
The vampires disliked the Inquisition's charade of God loving humanity, but little did they know that they too would create their own "god."
However, even gods have their day of fall.
"It was just a routine, small-scale conflict, and no one took it seriously, but the shadow of death crept in quietly..."
Deville lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable.
"His Highness Leisen has been hit by an arrow."
“He shouldn’t have been so unguarded. If the arrow hadn’t come from behind, from within the vampire clan.”
“He shouldn’t have died, if it weren’t for the deadly poison on the arrow, a gift from the Inquisition.”
"..."
"In short, even though he is gone, his name is still engraved on the monument of the vampires, and is the immortal glory of the Scarlett family."
"His Highness Lysen has a distinctive head of red hair, as does Lord Lysen."
"His parents considered this a blessing and hoped that their child would inherit the glory of their ancestors, so they gave him the same name."
"But they didn't expect that at the moment of naming, the real Prince Lysen—"
"It has arrived."
Vili was stunned, and even unconsciously softened his breathing.
"After confirming his identity, Lord Lysen's parents were overjoyed, believing that this would be the beginning of the Scarlett family's rise to the top."
"They obeyed His Highness Lysen's words without question, but completely ignored Lord Lysen, the body he possessed."
This may be the reason why Lord Leisen developed his current personality, because since he became conscious, he has never been treated as a human being.
People call him—
The vessel of God.
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