Chapter 33 (2/2)

“My lord, your grandson has brought the Tulips into the castle.” The butler, who was almost as old as Marquis Merlin, spoke in the gentlest tone.

Marquis Merlin stopped briefly and wrote on. “Melisa’s children? Let them visit me while I’m not buried yet.”

“My lord, you will recover from your sickness soon. You said that you would outlive Marquis Wallace.”

“Haha. I also threatened the archduke’s dragon that I would kill it if it did not make me lord of the dragons’ realm. I’m going to be defeated by that guy this time.” Marquis laughed and finished his letter quickly.

The servants immediately moved the table away.

The butler helped the marquis sit straight before he adjusted his red bow-tie.

A servant brought them a bronze mirror.

Other servants delivered water, towels, and hairpins for the marquis.

The marquis groomed himself carefully and resumed his intimidating appearance. Then, he waited.

When he heard the familiar steps, his cloudy eyes glittered, but they were soon back to normal.

Mayop led the siblings into the bedroom.

Levis, ahead of Lvera and Liszt, reached the bed and bowed to Marquis Merlin as a senior. “Grandpa, Lvera, Liszt, and I are here to visit you. Our father sends his best regards and hopes that you will recover soon.”

“It’s very considerate of your father.” The marquis nodded. “How was your trip?”

“It was smooth.”

“That’s good. Spend a few days in Taro Castle with me.”

“Of course, Grandpa.”

The marquis looked at Liszt reminiscently. “Liszt, you’re an adult now.”

“Yes. My coming of age was celebrated on March 9.”

“I’m told that your father proclaimed you a baron. Which town did you go to?”

“Flower Town.”

“Leewilliam can’t even proclaim a viscount. He’s really a loser as an earl,” Marquis Merlin said sarcastically. Then, he remarked with complicated feelings, “I wasn’t there to attend your rite of passage. Melisa would definitely blame me. When I see you, I seem to see Melisa.”

Mayop agreed. “Grandfather, Cousin Liszt does look a lot like Aunt Melisa. She was truly the most brilliant flower of the archduchy.”

“I can’t remember what my mother looks like now,” said Liszt.

Melisa had passed away when Liszt was two. What could a two-year-old boy remember?

There was a portrait of Melisa in the castle, but he didn’t see it often. Also, the portrait could hardly convey her real charm.

It had always been a regret to him.

The marquis calmed down very soon. “Things that happened a dozen years ago are sometimes as fresh as yesterday… You must be exhausted. Mayop, take your cousins to rest. I want them to be energetic at lunch. Also, since there’s enough time, you young people should have a ball tomorrow night for fun.”