171 Taking a Step Back (2/2)
Truly, the moment he said those words, the rest of the nobles' faces grew warmer and clearly looked like they felt Greyson was not actually that bad.
Even Trevion's face lightened up as he showed a sincere smile.
”Please, call me Trevion. Are you really sure about this?”
”Yes, I'm definitely sure.”
”Well, then I won't be modest. I truly did want to try my hand at leading the team this time. Do not worry, I'm well aware of your abilities and feel that we need to take advantage of them!” He made a straightforward promise.
”Then, I look forward to fighting together at the competition. I'm really excited to take a look at the other countries!” Greyson held out his hand with a smile.
”Hahaha, yes! I have heard some really interesting stories. Even I have not really gotten a chance to see the world. I just fear, we're all going to go out looking like country bumpkins.” Trevion smiled right back before shaking the outstretched hand.
”I guess that's where I come in to help. These next couple days we will spend the morning and afternoon training, but at night we will have lessons where I teach you more about the etiquette and traditions of the other countries. History and culture lessons only teach you what's at the surface, but there are more subtle things you need to learn so you don't end up embarrassing yourselves.” Only now did the Duke cut in with a small smile on his usually cold face.
”Since you all seem to have reached an agreement, we will stop here today. Meet back here tomorrow by sunrise. I hope that everyone will be on time,” he continued while giving pointed stares towards Cherell and Colin.
”Yes!” The rest answered before dispersing. Cherell and Colin could only look embarrassed before nodding their heads obediently. They stayed behind and took one look at Keaton then looked back at each other with bitter expressions. In the end, they just let out one prolonged sigh and approached Keaton from both sides to help the young lord get up. No matter what they said, it seemed as if the man lost his soul, so they could only use force to pull him into the carriage and drop him off. Who told their fathers to be nobles under the Duke Mendenhall house? They could only swallow grievances and continue to smile and treat Keaton politely.
Once he was finally at his mansion's gate, Keaton regained his senses. His expression was dark like a brewing storm. His chest heaving, he was about to start breathing fire in fury. Ignoring the looks of others, he stomped up to his room. The servants could recognize his crazed look, so all of them just bowed in greeting and said nothing more. The beautiful maidservants also cleared out of the room like they were avoiding the plague. After a couple seconds, they knew their decision was the right one. Behind the closed doors, one could hear the incessant noises of expensive glass breaking apart and other items crashing into the floor. Even Keaton's cursing and shouting came along with the rest of the noises.
”Who angered the young master this time?”
”Shhh... don't speak too loudly. When the young master gets in one of his moods, anyone can become a victim.”
”That's right. Just leave him be. We will need to clean up the room quickly later, so that he does not see any traces when he returns.”
The servants just sighed and went about their work in the mansion.