Chapter 103: Cecil Faust (2/2)

“Father, I will handle the details regarding Angora’s ceremony, you should stay at home and rest, after all, you are the true lifeblood of our duchy.”

“What about Angora?” The old duke questioned.

“Isn’t he…” Cecil looked a bit lost, perhaps he had misunderstood.

“Angora’s doing fine, he just wrote to me two days ago, apparently his little town is doing great,” Horan said solemnly, “Edmund was the one who was killed!”

“My apologies.” Cecil immediately dipped his head.

“It’s fine.” The old duke sighed. “You can go.”

Cecil bowed and promptly left the study.

After returning to his room, Cecil hurriedly took out a mirror hidden beneath the floorboards.

He pricked his finger and dripped a drop of his own blood on the mirror, the glass absorbing the crimson liquid like a sponge.

A moment later, a dark-robed figure appeared on the other side of the mirror, its face still obscured.

“What troubles the future duke?” The figure spoke with a raspy voice, sounding unlike any other human.

“Is this how the Society of the Secret Eye operates?! Why is Angora fine, yet Edmund died?”

Cecil’s handsome face was shrouded in shadow as he coldly asked.

“Mr. Edmund’s death was an accident, but I’m certain you have no interest in that sort of thing, so I’ll get straight to what concerns you. In Anurad, that is, near the Valley of the Tragic Dead, an unknown force appeared. They plundered Grey Fjord Port and killed the pawn we had set in place… The poor pawn hadn’t even figured out who the enemy or what their motives were before he was ended,” the robed-figure said slowly, “As for the attack on your little brother Angora, although we can’t be certain, we hypothesized that that force was behind that as well. Their goals may be similar to yours, to gain the Faust family’s…”

“Divine Blessing.” Cecil’s eyes were colder than ice. “That is mine, I will never give it up.”

“That’s right, ever mysterious, before you told us, even our Society of the Secret Eye hadn’t noticed your precious treasure. Right now, the only person who could have possibly known of this treasure was your bastard brother, Angora Faust.” The figure seemed to be explaining something, slowly telling Cecil the intel they had gathered. “Be at ease. You have given us your money, so our society will naturally uphold its end of the bargain. As soon as the other sectors free up, we will mobilize our members to help rid you of your meddling little brother.”

“Hmph.” Cecil stood up with a small grunt and slowly walked towards the door, flinging it open once he got there.

Outside was a poor startled maid.

“What did you hear?” He asked coldly

“What do you mean? Sir, you…”

Before the maid could finish, the cold steel of Cecil’s rapier pierced through her skull, killing her instantly!

“I hope you mean what you say,” Cecil growled, flinging off the remaining brain matter on his rapier.