589 A Magical Life (1/2)

The spacious villa was surrounded by a high wall, and the black bars made up the gate at the edge, which was guarded by two soldiers in silver hauberks. They were opening the gate for a splendidly-decorated wagon.

”They're holding some sort of ball?” Lucien was not one of the crazy sorcerers that did not understand the life of nobles. Considering the exuberant lights inside the villa, he realized what was going on inside immediately.

After briefly hesitating if he should come later, Lucien made up his mind. He was already at the door. What's there to worry about?

Magic waves shimmered on his body, and Lucien walked towards the gate unhurriedly.

Because nobles cared about dignity and manners, they would come on wagon no matter how close the ball was to their house. Therefore, Lucien, who approached like a civilian, was obviously not an invited guest. The two soldiers looked at each other and intended to stop him.

But all of a sudden, they felt that Lucien was full of gravitas and grace, with the badge of the Hoffenberg on his chest. So, they lowered their heads and welcomed the honorable guest.

”A simple spell is enough to pass the guards…” Lucien shook his head as he passed the gate. Those guards could only resist ordinary people. Thankfully, the knights of the intelligence department should be in the dark, but they obviously knew him. ”I need to set up some traps in case the Church attacks Uncle Joel.”

Although the Church wouldn't be as blatant as Argent Horn, it was better to be safe than sorry. The night watchers did not lack lunatics.

It was scorching in July, but Rentato, only several hours away from the ocean, was rather cool at night. Lucien walked on the road in the evening wind as if he had melted into the window. None of the wagons before and behind him noticed the roamer.

The garden was not huge. Lucien soon reached the villa, in which the magic lamps had all been lit, making the building look splendid.

The common night view on Earth looked particularly eye-catching in this place.

Above the stairs, Alisa, as strong as before, welcomed the guests with a few maids in her choking dress.

”The noble ladies are more than usual…” Lucien spoke to himself in confusion. Then, he took a breath and walked to Alisa.

Alisa was observing the ladies who had come to the ball in delight and greeting them warmly.

After years of noble life, she was no longer as clumsy as before. Her son, John, was a grand knight that Her Majesty brought from Aalto, and had been given important tasks. Naturally, the nobles showed her enough respect and felt honored to be invited to her ball.

”Viscount and Viscountess Trenna, Lady Kalie, welcome to the ball.” Alisa greeted the new guests with a smile, with exceptional warmth towards the tall, gentle girl who had blond hair and blue eyes that were different from the natives of Holm.

Viscount Trenna knew why Alisa held the ball as well. He nodded with a smile, ”It's an honor to be at your ball, my lady.”

Kalie also responded with the courtesy of nobles.

”It's going to take a while before the ball begins. Bring Viscount Trenna to the guest room so that they can take a rest.” Alisa asked her servant.

After Trenna's family got in, Alisa put on a smile again, ready to welcome new guests, but the familiar black-haired and black-eyed man on the stairs stunned her. She rubbed her eyes, feeling that she was in a dream.

She had never seen him wearing a double-breasted suit before, but it fit his body and his vibe perfectly. Her emotions surging and her eyes reddening, Alisa mumbled, ”Little Evans?”

”Aunt Alisa.” Lucien stabilized his mind and walked to Alisa with a smile.

Alisa shook her head in disbelief again, mired in the ecstasy of reunion and the shame of the previous betrayal. ”Little Evans?”

”What's up, Aunt Alisa? You don't recognize me?” Lucien smiled.

His friendly attitude made all of Alisa's feelings except for excitement and joy go away. She forgot the demeanor of nobles that she tried hard to pick up and cried in the same way as when she was in the slums.

Rubbing her eyes, she spoke quickly, ”Little Evans, are you really back to see us? I thought you hated me for betraying you.”

”I asked you to do it, didn't I?” Lucien hugged Aunt Alisa with a smile. ”For me, you are my family.”

”Oh, this… this is fabulous.” Alisa observed Lucien in excitement, ”Little Evans, you are taller, much taller!”

She measured Lucien's previous height with her shivering right hand. Now that years of depression and guilt were released, she dragged him into the house, ”I… I need to tell Joel and John that Evans is back!”