Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

“The offspring of the Walter family…!”

It was not the suffering of a parent over the loss of Leonard, his firstborn. It was the agony of an aristocrat suffering for the trampled honor of the Walter family and the disappearance of the successor destined to perpetuate his legacy.

The disgrace of seeing the illustrious Walter surname stained was intolerable, a deep torment that tore at the soul and was impossible to evade.

“This is inadmissible, there is no way this can be real!”

Living up to his nickname of “The Fiery Blood,” the life force of Count Walter burned with the strength of a bonfire in his chest.

“Dale de Saxon… that miserable brat of the Saxon clan!”

Walter the Fiery. A high-ranking member of the Red Tower and leader of the sixth division of the Black Red Legion during the times of the Empire’s unification battles, famous for the large number of cruel and inhumane trials he carried out under the guise of the search for “scientific progress.”

“Under no circumstances will he obtain my forgiveness!”

The direction his fury was taking was completely evident.

“Ah, Lord Walter.”

At that instant, an alien intonation cut through the silence.

Upon perceiving it, the fervent heat running through his body turned into absolute ice.

“Ma, Master of the Tower…!”

Without making the slightest sound, a subject with striking reddish hair remained in the place, staring fixedly at him.

“I offer you my deepest respects, Master of the Tower!”

It was Marquess Eurys, whom everyone called the Crimson Duke.

“Your sorrow must be immense at this moment.”

Marquess Eurys adopted a countenance that reflected an evidently forced compassion. Faced with the regent of the Red Tower, who expressed his sorrow in that way, Count Walter’s face contracted completely.

“I, I… I beg you to excuse me!”

A dread identical to that experienced in the presence of a terrifying creature.

It was common for a sage of the tower to pay homage to his superior. However, what Walter felt for the Crimson Duke was far from conventional respect. It was absolute panic, the same that an aberrant being provokes.

This was because he understood with total precision the true nature of that individual nicknamed the Crimson Duke.

“I give you my word that I harbor no resentment whatsoever against the primary heir of the Saxon lineage, whom you yourself extended an invitation!”

“Is that really so?”

“Of course! I implore you earnestly to dispel any erroneous suspicion!”

“My, what a misfortune.”

Marquess Eurys tilted his face slightly, showing a feigned bewilderment.

“My steps brought me here with the firm purpose of…”

That indecipherable grimace remained on his lips for a few moments.

“…collaborating with Lord Walter in the consummation of his retaliation.”