Chapter 81

Blanc seemed to recognize Vieta as well; he stopped his horse at the entrance to the grand building and rushed inside without a moment’s delay.

Vieta wrapped the blanket from the bed around Melvin, gathered him into her arms, and ran after the signs of Blanc’s presence. Whenever she passed, the mansion’s handful of maids screamed and hurriedly locked their doors.

Vieta encountered Blanc on the central staircase connecting the second and third floors. At the sight of his violet eyes, her heart churned with a mixture of joy and relief.

Without needing Vieta to explain anything, Blanc seemed to sense that something was wrong with Melvin. He frowned slightly, looked around, and flung open the door of a nearby room.

The lavish room seemed to be one the Young Duke often used, and even a comforting warmth lingered inside. Vieta carefully set Melvin down on a couch covered in thick fur.

Blanc stepped up beside Vieta and spoke in a gentle voice.

“Don’t cry. Tell me calmly, Vieta.”

After sinking down onto the carpet with its striking checkered pattern, Vieta only then realized how terrible her face looked.

She wanted to wipe her face, but she feared it would look even more frightening if she did so with her blood-covered hands, so she clenched both fists and explained everything that had happened.

As Blanc listened to Vieta, he began tending to Melvin. Not long after he placed a hand on the boy’s wrist, Melvin’s agonized voice fell silent...