Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 263

Chapter 263

“Ung?”

Lloyd noticed a shadow lurking outside the training hall door.

The child, alternating between the unknown shadow and the practice sword he was holding, raised his arm.

Then he swung the sword without hesitation.

The sword hit the door and bounced off.

“Uwaack!”

A scream from the other side of the door echoed through the hall.

As he got closer, he found a man with an odd appearance, now falling back with a pale face.

“That, that sword…!”

“Fake.”

It only looked the part on the surface.

In reality, upon closer inspection, it was nothing more than a toy, lacking both weight and durability.

The man, belatedly realizing this, reddened and fumbled for words.

“Even if you’re the Grand Prince, should you act so recklessly?”

“You lurk like a rat.”

“That, that …”

At that moment, Dustin came running.

Seeing the imposing figure of the knights’ commander, the man stuttered before speaking.

“Any, anyway, I hope this doesn’t happen again. If I don’t intervene, the Grand Duchess’ condition may be hard to get better.”

With that, he got up from his seat and hurried away as if escaping.

Neither Lloyd nor Dustin understood why the man dared to mention the Madam’s illness so casually.

“…Should I kill him? No, should I detain him?”

Lloyd shook his head.

“Not everyone can come to Valentine.”

“That’s true.”

“The Duke called him.”

That person?

The way he talked didn’t seem like a servant, yet the demeanor and attire were too peculiar for a noble.

“You didn’t know too?”

“No, I haven’t received any instructions from His Grace… …”

He took matters into his own hands without consulting the Black Falcons.

Somehow, an ominous feeling arose.

Lloyd, who had been silently gazing at the dark sky, spoke up.

“Where is Grand Duke now?”

“Haa, ha…”

Carlin took a deep breath and concentrated on the spell.

In the short time when he left Valentine’s Castle, he had heard some strange rumors.

‘His Grace is summoning physicians to the castle. What in the world is this about…’

And it wasn’t just any physicians.

Rumors were circulating that all sorts of self-proclaimed healers were flocking to Valentine Castle. From swindlers claiming to cure all illnesses with the spirit of the tree to peddlers selling water that could make the lame walk.

‘Surely, it’s just a baseless rumor.’

Tristan wasn’t so naive as to be unable to distinguish a scam artist.

Perhaps he had called them in to turn the tables on those who sought to exploit others.

‘No, that can’t be it. He’s not the kind of person to do that, even out of annoyance.’

Then what could it possibly mean?

His employer’s condition seemed to be getting worse day by day. Had he truly gone mad?

‘How insane do you have to be to do this?’

Carlin momentarily recalled where the previous Duke Valentine went rampant.

‘Damn it. I’m bound to Valentine.’

Carlin had never intended to be tied down by Valentine.

He had prepared to live a life of freedom, roaming the world.

Ever since the time when the genius wizard of the century succumbed to the power of the devil, betrayed his mentor and the magic world, and became known as a shaman.

‘If only they hadn’t told me they’llpay for all the research costs…’

The shaman needed money.

This industry couldn’t be called mainstream.

Not to mention that obtaining materials or research papers was also difficult, and their prices always exceeded his imagination.

Carlin could only blame himself for falling for the lure of money…

“Your Grace, what in the world…heup”

As befitting a skilled shaman, he moved precisely to the coordinates he had set.

At the same time, he almost resented his own abilities a little.

Anyone would feel that way if they found themselves in the midst of Hell.

“Next.”

Tristan wiped the blood off his sword with a nonchalant flick, whether Carlin had arrived or not.

“Nothing?”

Carlin looked around.

It seemed that countless people had once been present there.

Now, they were all lying lifeless on the ground.

He roughly wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand and twisted his mouth.

Tristan’s half-lidded gaze wandered into the air for a moment.

“Ah.”

Then it landed on a man who was lying face down, shaking and gasping.

“There you are.”

The greatest physician of this era.

He walked on without considering changing his blood-soaked clothes.

“Gasp, gasp!”

“Why didn’t you answer? I almost missed you. So what happened to the spirit of the tree?”

If there really was a spirit in the tree, the swindler would have begged and pleaded to get him out of here right away.

He was seriously mistaken.

The swindler blamed his foolish judgment for trying to deceive Grand Duke Valentine, but regret was always too late.

“Let’s hear a more detailed explanation.”

“Your, Your Grace! Your Grace! Please…”

“Please? Well, what’s the use of explaining when it’s just going to be painful to hear? You dared to assert that you could cure my wife, so prove it and that will be the end of it.”

Tristan threw his sword to the ground and staggered to his feet.

Then he firmly grabbed the swindler’s collar, dragging him along.

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