Summer's Berceuse

06: Latter's Repercussion

[A/N]: This is somebody else's view.
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The sun was setting at the horizon and the sky was painted with rich hues of red blended with orange and purple, whilst a flock of birds flying by.

Today, I will be returning to the mansion as a certain someone awaits me.

I looked out the window and enjoyed the view. A few minutes passed and the vehicle came to a stop.

“We have arrived, Milord”. The chauffeur stated. I ignored him and instead waited for someone to open the door.

Seconds later, the door opened revealing a line of demons who worked as maids and butlers by the entrance to the mansion in a bow.

“Good evening Lord Byron”. The head butler greeted.

I got off the vehicle and continued walking. The massive dark oak doors of the mansion opened and as I entered, I continued my walk to my destination without missing a single stride.

The demons I passed by stopped what they were doing and gave a bow which I ignored.

I see no point in greeting them back as I am a noble and if I were to, I'll just be wasting my time in energy in doing so. What's so special about them? Absolutely nothing! They're just mere peasants working for us and their value is nothing more than dirt.

Finally reaching my destination, two demons opened the room's door.

A huge portrait was placed above the white brick fireplace as if greeting me. My mother and elder sister were sitting down while father, elder brother and I were standing. It was our family portrait. I felt my mouth form into a straight line. I didn’t feel any warmth at all like other family portraits, instead just a hollow sensation.

Come to think of it, it has been quite a while since the portrait was taken.

I removed my cape, dropping it on the floor. I sat on the chair behind my desk with my hand resting on the side of my face and the other on the arm of the chair. Two maids came in, one picked up my cape and the other held a tray with snacks and tea. She then handed me a cup of steaming jasmine tea.

Although it was hot, I immediately took a long sip of it. A few minutes passed and my cup was empty. Bacchus must be trying to insult me.

“Bring Bacchus.” I ordered. My voice was calm but menacing. The people in the mansion knew not to make me wait so I needn’t say anything more.

The maid who took care of my cape bowed. “At once, Lord Byron” and hurried out of the room.

I tapped my fingers on the armrest of the chair as I waited for Bacchus to arrive. He shouldn't dare to make me wait any longer or else something worse would happen to him.

My mind traced back to the said events and I sat there thinking of what to do with the ruckus that occurred yesterday.

Minutes passed by and my mind was slowly getting clouded with anger, but before I could say anything, the doors opened and revealed the demon that I was looking for.

“Bacchus has arrived, Milord.” The maid from before spoke.

“Lord Byron!” He exclaimed quite bashful. “How was your day? Your duties must have kept you extremely busy for you look quite tired.”

I stood up from my seat and walked towards him.

I waved my hand at the maids present in the room. They nodded and bowed then went out of the room, completely shutting its door. All that was left in the office was me and the demon I have called for.