Bermuda Chapter 360

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The servant who entered the facility room on the second floor after hearing Richard Duncan's instructions moved without hesitation. He passed the spare cylinders piled on one side and approached the transforr's groove. ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) There, cylinders containing a yellowish liquid were inserted in parallel into the groove. They were supplying processed mana energy as a power source for light and electricity.

After checking each cylinder by removing them one by one, he found that the remaining energy was sufficient. There was no foreign matter in the joints, nor were there any unusual signs. Thinking it was a temporary problem, the servant put the cylinders back into the groove and moved toward the door.

Just as he was about to close the facility room door and lock it with a key, a shadow fell beside him.

"Hey."

The servant looked up, startled. A man in a suit was leaning against the wall, looking down at him.

There was a strange sharpness to his loosely hanging necktie. It was Henry Digliff, who had attended as Margaret Penrod's partner, but there was no way the servant would know his face.

The servant, assuming he was just one of the nobles, bowed in greeting.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here..."

"Are you a servant of the Count's family?"

"Yes, that's right."

"How long have you been in?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm asking how long you've been working."

Only those with close ties to the Duncan Count's family could co up to the second floor. Or servants who had received orders. Among the servants, those brought from outside wore different attire, so they were prohibited by the guards from entering via the stairs.

In other words, being up here ant being one of the closest associates of the Duncan Count's family. The servant tried to recall whether there had been such a person on the list of close associates he had been morizing for days before the banquet. Nevertheless, he faithfully answered.

"About two and a half years. Do you need sothing?"

The man who had been staring down at him thoughtfully repeated, "Two and a half years..." Then, as if sothing displeased him, he muttered with narrowed brows,

"What a waste..."

Then, jerking his chin toward the railing where the first floor was visible, he said,

"There were rats scurrying around on the first floor earlier. Go check with a few others. I can't stay here with my stomach turning."

"Pardon? Rats, you say?"

"Yes, squeaking rats."

"I-I'll go check right away. If you could tell roughly where you saw them..."

"Over there by the entrance."

The man pointed to the corridor leading to the main entrance of the party house beyond the massive chandelier.

"Go straight out there and outside."

The servant tilted his head for a mont. Guards were posted there, so if rats had appeared, word would already have spread. However, if it was sothing like a mouse rather than a sewer rat, it might not have been noticed due to its small size.

Regardless of size, if it beca known that rats had appeared at the banquet hall, not only would the Count's family's dignity fall, it would also mark the beginning of hardship for the servants from that day on. It was obvious they'd be hunted down by the ill-tempered master, asked why they hadn't discovered it in advance. It had to be dealt with quickly before more people saw it.

"I'll take care of it right away. Thank you for letting know."

"Mm, go ahead."

The servant bowed his head and quickly crossed the corridor. He grabbed colleagues he t along the way, went down the stairs, and disappeared into the crowd in the hall.

The man quietly watched from behind the railing, leaning against a pillar. A mont later, he took a bag hidden behind a corner and slipped through the facility room door the servant had failed to lock.

Just then, at the opposite end of the corridor, the Duncan father and son, having finished changing, opened the lounge door and ca out. Close associates who had already secured seats on the protruding balcony on the second floor welcod them with cheers.

The two n, dressed in white formal attire, stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the entire hall. The house manager and the main ceremony's host looked around and shouted,

"Ladies and gentlen, may I have your attention please!"

At the sa ti, the area in front of the circular garden of the party house was relatively quiet. Most visitors had gone inside, and the main ceremony had already begun.

The herald who had been announcing the nas and titles of guests had temporarily left his post. Only the guards protecting the stairs stood motionless in their places. Soon after, three carriages that had arrived late stopped in a row along the periter of the garden.

Two were from the Agrizendro family, and one, though without a family symbol, was a rather luxurious carriage.

"Master, what shall we do with your coat?"

"I'll wear it inside. Give it here."

Hugo, relieved that there was no boisterous welco ceremony, received his coat from his attendant and hurriedly got out.

As soon as he stepped onto the curb, he looked up at the splendid exterior of the party house and adjusted his attire. Just then, a gentleman and a lady carefully alighted from the carriage that had arrived first.

The lady, who held the gentleman's hand and gathered her dress, had refreshingly blue eyes. Her hair was close to a mysterious silver, but her jewel-like eyes clearly resembled the Duke's.

The lady, walking while cradling her belly that didn't yet show much, suddenly spotted a man noticeable even from a distance and called out,

"Hugo!"

Hugo, who had been striding forward with the tails of his coat fluttering, stopped in his tracks. There were few who would call him by na in a place like this. A warm smile spread across his face as he imdiately turned around.

"Silvia."

Silvia, Hugo's cousin, and her husband, Jeffrey Marshal, were standing there. Unlike Silvia, who was waving her hand, Jeffrey bowed politely as soon as he saw Hugo.

"I co before Your Grace the Duke. Glory to Raina Logia."

"It's been a while, both of you."

"Hugo, how long has it been since we last t? Is this the first ti since the gathering a few months ago?"

"I think so. You look better than then."

"Hasn't the Duke beco more handso? I heard about the expedition. I'm glad you look healthy."

Excited, Silvia examined Hugo's tall figure from head to toe, and unable to contain her joy, she hugged him tightly. Hugo, who lifted both arms for a mont, looked down at her with eyes tinged with slight awkwardness. His gaze shifted to Jeffrey Marshal, Silvia's husband.

There was nothing problematic, but his conscience was slightly pricked. However, Jeffrey, who didn't know that the two weren't real blood relatives, simply watched the long-awaited family reunion with contentnt and offered a single remark:

"Congratulations on your safe return and victory."

"...Thank you."

Hugo's hesitant fingertips gently patted Silvia's delicate shoulders and back. She had been a cousin of the sa age with whom he had occasionally interacted since childhood, so he was equally glad to see her.

But when Silvia hugged his waist more tightly, Hugo took her by the shoulders and held an appropriate distance. It wasn't aversion; the touch was simply careful, as if afraid she might break.

"You're not alone anymore, so you should be careful."

"Just for this much? Even the baby seems happy to et Uncle."

Silvia pulled Hugo's hand and placed it on her lower abdon. There was no ti to stop her. She, who had once reigned as the lady of the Duke's family, placed her hand on top of Hugo's with uncreased eyes and a bright smile.

"It kicks when it ets soone it likes. Can you feel it?"

Hugo's stiff fingertips loosely wrapped around Silvia's abdon. He heightened his sense of touch while sending warm energy from his once cold palm.

Sothing that was neither a heartbeat nor the pulse of flowing blood tickled his palm with a thump-thump. It was like the movent of a living fetus—a mysterious fluttering so fragile it was even frightening. Hugo unconsciously smiled faintly as he looked down at where his hand rested.

Soon, he t Silvia's eyes and murmured softly,

"It's vigorous, like its mother."

"Right? Sotis even I'm surprised."

It was a greeting from a new life that made him forget even the fact that he was late for the banquet.

"Esteed distinguished guests. Felton, Valentine, Elsworth, Bainclaire—my old friends. I sincerely express my gratitude to all who have graciously attended this banquet to solidify Count Duncan's accession and our alliance—"

Duncan stood at the forefront and delivered his greeting as if giving an oration. His voice echoed loudly throughout the spacious banquet hall like an opera house.

The guests had to step back beyond a certain distance from under the railing, under the control of the guards protecting the area near the second-floor stairs. So nobles wore disgruntled expressions, afraid of losing the spots they had secured, but no one disobeyed.

People flocked to the center of the hall where they could look up at the Duncan father and son. As servants busily circulated with trays, everyone picked up either champagne or wine.

Duncan also held a wine glass beside him and continued his long opening address.

"The reason the pro-emperor faction has remained an object of admiration and respect for the imperial citizens over the long years is all—"

"Thanks to our unchanging friendship, support for each other, and the virtue and reputation we have built together with blood and sweat."

The speech echoing inside the hall carried all the way to the entrance of the party house. Just as the servants who had heard the eyewitness account of seeing a rat opened the door and ca out, the sound swelled even louder.

Hugo and the Silvia couple, exchanging greetings at the bottom of the stairs, also heard Duncan's voice. Hugo slowly withdrew his hand from Silvia's belly and extended it again, as if inviting her to take it.

"The weather is cold. Let's go inside now."

"Yes, let's go in."

"By the way, Hugo, is your partner's seat empty today too?"

Silvia naturally placed her hand on Hugo's palm. Her other hand went onto her husband Jeffrey Marshal's. At the sight of her with handso n on both sides, Hugo matched her slow pace and replied with a gentle smile.

"I must have left it empty to enter with Mrs. Marshal."

"Just like the Duke, you're getting more and more shaless."

"I'll take that as a complint."

"My wish is to attend your wedding."

"That will be difficult for a while."

"How resolute... There must be a line of people who like you."

"Silvia, that's disrespectful to the Duke."

As Jeffrey cut in appropriately, Hugo thanked him with a look. Silvia also seed to feel she'd gone a bit too far and apologized awkwardly.

"By the way, I thought we were the only ones who ca late. What's this? His Grace is tardy."

"...There was a bit of an issue on the way."

Hugo answered and glanced down at his wristwatch. After checking the position of the hour and minute hands, he raised one eyebrow as if sothing were off.

"Really? We had a strange incident today, too."

"...What happened?"

"When we boarded the carriage to depart, all four wheels were damaged."

Hugo, who had been responding while still staring at his watch, snapped his head toward Jeffrey.

"What did you say?"

"Concerned for Silvia and the child's safety, we waited until the carriage inspection was completed before finally departing... Fortunately, there were no additional problems afterward."

"If we didn't attend, Lord Duncan would give us the cold shoulder later. I was uneasy and considered not coming, but I ca slowly to see the Duke's face after a long ti."

At that mont, Hugo stood stock-still. Silvia, holding his hand, naturally stopped in the middle of the stairs leading up to the entrance of the party house.

"What's wrong?"

As the three stood there, the guards on either side and the servants who happened to be coming down looked at them with puzzled eyes.

Enveloped in a strange sense of discomfort, Hugo unconsciously swallowed. Chilly and hot currents alternately swept down his spine.

His eyes, tinged with a mysterious color, turned to the entrance of the party house where bright light leaked out. Sohow, his five senses sharpened abnormally, and the music from the banquet hall sounded louder than ever. Beyond loud, it was noisy—stimulating enough to tear the eardrums.

anwhile, the greeting announcing the start of the main ceremony was already racing toward its end.

"I hope this night brings you joy and becos a new foundation for a brilliant future. Once again, I thank everyone who has graced this occasion, and for the eternal glory and developnt of the pro-emperor faction—"

Beyond the large and splendid chandelier in the distance, Duncan raised a wine glass filled with blood-colored liquid.

"I, Duncan, and Count Duncan will burn our bodies as one!"

The chandelier's pieces, like lightning rods, reflected in the red wine glass, shining dazzlingly bright.

The musicians' calm performance reached its climax. The cheers of the guests rang in their ears along with the music.

They all shouted with one heart and one mind:

"Glory to Raina Log—"

BOOOOOM—!