Ch.2
The Northern Jebeart Duchy.
Deep within the castle, in a place permeated by a damp and gloomy air.
In a pitch-black bedroom devoid of a single lamplight, a massive figure stirred.
“What did you say you brought?”
A low, rough voice, like something scraping against a throat.
The old butler delivering the report flinched, his body trembling.
Soon, the man who had fully risen from his bed cracked, cracked his neck.
“A child?”
The candle flame in the butler’s hand flickered violently.
Beneath that faint light, a pair of gleaming eyes was revealed. It was a gaze truly befitting a beast.
The butler’s body flinched once again.
“Hmph. He may be my child, but he certainly runs around making all manner of mischief.”
“Wh-what should we do?”
The massive body moved with languid slowness. It was the very image of a beast awakening from a long slumber.
The old Duke of Jebeart twisted his lips into a smile.
“What do you mean, what should we do? I’ll have to give him a taste of bitterness.”
But... he is a child…….
The butler pressed a handkerchief to the back of his neck.
That uniquely savage and ominous aura was a characteristic of those who bore Jebeart blood.
“Well, I suppose I must test whether he has what it takes to become a strong knight of our North.”
Revealed fangs glinted.
Ah, please let him be a child of firm resolve.
The butler lowered his eyes with a desperate heart.
‘The mansion will become noisy again.’
As the future unfolded before him, a sigh escaped unbidden.