Chapter 86
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Blanche hissed at the sight of her younger brother covered in blood. The moment she'd managed it, she got all the lights back up in the mansion.
"Are you hurt?!" she asked, her hands hovering as she didn't know whether it was safe or not for her to touch. What if he was wounded and she made it worse? What if he was wounded and she wasn't helping stop the blood flow?!
Ugh, how could he forget about the presence of all that blood? Luckily, his OOC tag seemed dependent on whether he smiled or not, rather than the actions he took in his everyday life.
Life would certainly be stressful if it wasn't. More stressful, at least.
"Big sister, I'm not hurt."
He wasn't going to lie.
This was a miracle in itself.
Having dodged the one attack from that man, he thought he was going to end up engaging in a dramatic life and death battle where he would (hopefully) end up the winner like some sort of cliché plot point.
Luckily, it hadn't come to that.
The Ash Phoenix had led him into danger, but it also seemed to have helped him out while he had been in danger. It had been touch and go for a while. He'd seen the fanaticism in the man's eyes, a kind of fixation that wasn't easily swayed or disregarded.
For a person who was completely masked, he sure had been expressive, considering that only his eyes were showing.
Alec wouldn't be able to forget those eyes any time soon.
They were the eyes that all but screamed that he had found his calling in life.
Alec would definitely see him again. He was sure of it.
Blanche scrubbed at his cheek with her handkerchief for a moment before giving it up as a lost cause. The blood had already dried, and water was needed.
At least Alec didn't look like he minded the blood all over him. It led her to believe that he was indeed a Sin.
Alec, very thankfully, did not look like he was hurt, which reassured her.
She patted his hand gently, relieved. Her heart had almost stopped when she heard from her idiotic sons that Alec went missing upon coming to find them, so she may or may not have rushed where her instincts screamed at her the loudest.
By now, Blanche spotted some of the gruesomely left body parts littered in the room.
There was even a blood splatter that extended all the way to the ceiling. She frowned in annoyance. That was going to take a lot of effort to get out.
She looked around, then looked more closely seeing the couple of heads that had been left, completely unbothered by the murder scene that she found herself in.
If he wasn't wrong, Alec could see the small amount of tension that she had left leave her body when she confirmed who were the ones who'd met such a gruesome end.
Some of them looked like they were quite literally torn piece to piece, limb from limb.
Blanche picked up a delicate bell on a table and rung it once before placing it back down.
It was at this moment when a series of panels appeared in various places, previously seamless walls and objects opened out.
There was a painting that hung on the wall pushing outwards, revealing two servants who quietly stepped out, standing at attention.
Above the fridge, under the stoves, random spots in the wall, a couple of tiles on the floor – there were various hiding places that revealed more and more servants that stepped out, completely unharmed and untouched by the night's accidents.
They looked unbothered, just like the lady of the house.
Alec wondered just how many times something like this happened for them to act so nonchalant about it.
Not only that, they had been concealed so deeply that Alec never once knew they were there.
Of course, the moment that the panels opened, he'd felt them, but that was some masterful work. Alec was impressed.
Wait. If they were so used to it, then why had Kieran of all people ended up in the enemy's hands?
"Report," she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Her tone left no room for disobedience.
One of the maids stepped forward.
"One casualty in the servants' quarters, madam. The moles have been taken care of. No survivors."
Blanche looked them over, her eyes cold. "Which one of you were the ones responsible for shadowing Kieran?"
Instantly, all of the servants that were standing in front of her bowed low, acknowledging their mistake.
"My apologies, madam. The sole casualty was the one that had been on duty."
The temperature in the room dropped lower, but they were interrupted by the arrival of Kieran before she got any further. He'd anticipated his mother's anger, having seen the way her expression had been thunderous when she saw his torso, though woundless, filled with blood and cuts in his shirt.
"Don't berate them, mother. It's my own fault for being careless."
Blanche swept over the servants once more with her chilly eyes before sweeping out of the room.
"See to it that this doesn't happen again. Alec, Kieran, come."
They seated themselves in the tearoom, where Dietrich and Franz already were.
Dietrich gasped upon seeing Alec's state. "Uncle! Are you hurt?" he said with clear worry.
Alec smiled. "I am uninjured. I just had to take care of a couple of problems before freeing Kieran."
Kieran snorted. "I'll say," he said, then more seriously, "Thank you for the help." The words looked like they cost him to say. His face was slightly pink in embarrassment.
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Alec nodded shortly. "No problem."
Franz stood up, bowing low. Similarly, Kieran, Dietrich and Blanche bowed to him as well, a sign of sincere and utter gratitude.
"The house of Rothschild thanks you, Alec. We will forever be in your debt."
Alec bowed back, following etiquette. "I cannot speak for my clan but know that your family has done me a favour, and I never forget my debts. If you would be willing, I would be most happy to agree to be friends."
They straightened up, and Blanche reached over to pinch his cheeks. "Of course, little brother. We are family, are we not?" she said, smiling for the first time since the fighting started.
Alec really was adorable.
She hadn't even been able to enjoy any of it because of how worried she'd been.
"Then, no more talk of debts between family."
"If that is what you wish."
The maid that had reported to Blanche earlier brought in tea for them, despite it being the middle of the night.
Blanche sipped on her tea, sighing. "We thought that they'd only make their moves once they entered our household, not before. We were slightly off guard, hence the reason why Kieran almost died."
As she said the last part, Blanche's eyes were cutting into Kieran with the force of her glare.
Kieran sweated. He could just feel the incoming torture/training that was awaiting him before he and Dietrich returned to their sect but didn't do anything to dissuade it.
He could indeed have died had it not been for Alec, considering that the one who was supposed to shadow his movements seem to have died.
"I'm sorry to involve you in this," Franz said, looking tired. Then, his tired expression shifted into simmering anger. "Rest assured, I will not rest until they are obliterated from the face of this planet."
Then, there was a flare of alarms going off as the barrier around the Rothschild Family Mansion went off, startling them.
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Blanche hissed at the sight of her younger brother covered in blood. The moment she'd managed it, she got all the lights back up in the mansion.
"Are you hurt?!" she asked, her hands hovering as she didn't know whether it was safe or not for her to touch. What if he was wounded and she made it worse? What if he was wounded and she wasn't helping stop the blood flow?!
Ugh, how could he forget about the presence of all that blood? Luckily, his OOC tag seemed dependent on whether he smiled or not, rather than the actions he took in his everyday life.
Life would certainly be stressful if it wasn't. More stressful, at least.
"Big sister, I'm not hurt."
He wasn't going to lie.
This was a miracle in itself.
Having dodged the one attack from that man, he thought he was going to end up engaging in a dramatic life and death battle where he would (hopefully) end up the winner like some sort of cliché plot point.
Luckily, it hadn't come to that.
The Ash Phoenix had led him into danger, but it also seemed to have helped him out while he had been in danger. It had been touch and go for a while. He'd seen the fanaticism in the man's eyes, a kind of fixation that wasn't easily swayed or disregarded.
For a person who was completely masked, he sure had been expressive, considering that only his eyes were showing.
Alec wouldn't be able to forget those eyes any time soon.
They were the eyes that all but screamed that he had found his calling in life.
Alec would definitely see him again. He was sure of it.
Blanche scrubbed at his cheek with her handkerchief for a moment before giving it up as a lost cause. The blood had already dried, and water was needed.
At least Alec didn't look like he minded the blood all over him. It led her to believe that he was indeed a Sin.
Alec, very thankfully, did not look like he was hurt, which reassured her.
She patted his hand gently, relieved. Her heart had almost stopped when she heard from her idiotic sons that Alec went missing upon coming to find them, so she may or may not have rushed where her instincts screamed at her the loudest.
By now, Blanche spotted some of the gruesomely left body parts littered in the room.
There was even a blood splatter that extended all the way to the ceiling. She frowned in annoyance. That was going to take a lot of effort to get out.
She looked around, then looked more closely seeing the couple of heads that had been left, completely unbothered by the murder scene that she found herself in.
If he wasn't wrong, Alec could see the small amount of tension that she had left leave her body when she confirmed who were the ones who'd met such a gruesome end.
Some of them looked like they were quite literally torn piece to piece, limb from limb.
Blanche picked up a delicate bell on a table and rung it once before placing it back down.
It was at this moment when a series of panels appeared in various places, previously seamless walls and objects opened out.
There was a painting that hung on the wall pushing outwards, revealing two servants who quietly stepped out, standing at attention.
Above the fridge, under the stoves, random spots in the wall, a couple of tiles on the floor – there were various hiding places that revealed more and more servants that stepped out, completely unharmed and untouched by the night's accidents.
They looked unbothered, just like the lady of the house.
Alec wondered just how many times something like this happened for them to act so nonchalant about it.
Not only that, they had been concealed so deeply that Alec never once knew they were there.
Of course, the moment that the panels opened, he'd felt them, but that was some masterful work. Alec was impressed.
Wait. If they were so used to it, then why had Kieran of all people ended up in the enemy's hands?
"Report," she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Her tone left no room for disobedience.
One of the maids stepped forward.
"One casualty in the servants' quarters, madam. The moles have been taken care of. No survivors."
Blanche looked them over, her eyes cold. "Which one of you were the ones responsible for shadowing Kieran?"
Instantly, all of the servants that were standing in front of her bowed low, acknowledging their mistake.
"My apologies, madam. The sole casualty was the one that had been on duty."
The temperature in the room dropped lower, but they were interrupted by the arrival of Kieran before she got any further. He'd anticipated his mother's anger, having seen the way her expression had been thunderous when she saw his torso, though woundless, filled with blood and cuts in his shirt.
"Don't berate them, mother. It's my own fault for being careless."
Blanche swept over the servants once more with her chilly eyes before sweeping out of the room.
"See to it that this doesn't happen again. Alec, Kieran, come."
They seated themselves in the tearoom, where Dietrich and Franz already were.
Dietrich gasped upon seeing Alec's state. "Uncle! Are you hurt?" he said with clear worry.
Alec smiled. "I am uninjured. I just had to take care of a couple of problems before freeing Kieran."
Kieran snorted. "I'll say," he said, then more seriously, "Thank you for the help." The words looked like they cost him to say. His face was slightly pink in embarrassment.
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Alec nodded shortly. "No problem."
Franz stood up, bowing low. Similarly, Kieran, Dietrich and Blanche bowed to him as well, a sign of sincere and utter gratitude.
"The house of Rothschild thanks you, Alec. We will forever be in your debt."
Alec bowed back, following etiquette. "I cannot speak for my clan but know that your family has done me a favour, and I never forget my debts. If you would be willing, I would be most happy to agree to be friends."
They straightened up, and Blanche reached over to pinch his cheeks. "Of course, little brother. We are family, are we not?" she said, smiling for the first time since the fighting started.
Alec really was adorable.
She hadn't even been able to enjoy any of it because of how worried she'd been.
"Then, no more talk of debts between family."
"If that is what you wish."
The maid that had reported to Blanche earlier brought in tea for them, despite it being the middle of the night.
Blanche sipped on her tea, sighing. "We thought that they'd only make their moves once they entered our household, not before. We were slightly off guard, hence the reason why Kieran almost died."
As she said the last part, Blanche's eyes were cutting into Kieran with the force of her glare.
Kieran sweated. He could just feel the incoming torture/training that was awaiting him before he and Dietrich returned to their sect but didn't do anything to dissuade it.
He could indeed have died had it not been for Alec, considering that the one who was supposed to shadow his movements seem to have died.
"I'm sorry to involve you in this," Franz said, looking tired. Then, his tired expression shifted into simmering anger. "Rest assured, I will not rest until they are obliterated from the face of this planet."
Then, there was a flare of alarms going off as the barrier around the Rothschild Family Mansion went off, startling them.
Blanche hissed at the sight of her younger brother covered in blood. The moment she'd managed it, she got all the lights back up in the mansion."Are you hurt?!" she asked, her hands hovering as she didn't know whether it was safe or not for her to touch. What if he was wounded and she made it worse? What if he was wounded and she wasn't helping stop the blood flow?!Ugh, how could he forget about the presence of all that blood? Luckily, his OOC tag seemed dependent on whether he smiled or not, rather than the actions he took in his everyday life.Life would certainly be stressful if it wasn't. More stressful, at least."Big sister, I'm not hurt."He wasn't going to lie.This was a miracle in itself.Having dodged the one attack from that man, he thought he was going to end up engaging in a dramatic life and death battle where he would hopefully end up the winner like some sort of clich plot point.Luckily, it hadn't come to that.The Ash Phoenix had led him into danger, but it also seemed to have helped him out while he had been in danger. It had been touch and go for a while. He'd seen the fanaticism in the man's eyes, a kind of fixation that wasn't easily swayed or disregarded.For a person who was completely masked, he sure had been expressive, considering that only his eyes were showing.Alec wouldn't be able to forget those eyes any time soon.They were the eyes that all but screamed that he had found his calling in life.Alec would definitely see him again. He was sure of it.Blanche scrubbed at his cheek with her handkerchief for a moment before giving it up as a lost cause. The blood had already dried, and water was needed.At least Alec didn't look like he minded the blood all over him. It led her to believe that he was indeed a Sin.Alec, very thankfully, did not look like he was hurt, which reassured her.She patted his hand gently, relieved. Her heart had almost stopped when she heard from her idiotic sons that Alec went missing upon coming to find them, so she may or may not have rushed where her instincts screamed at her the loudest.By now, Blanche spotted some of the gruesomely left body parts littered in the room.There was even a blood splatter that extended all the way to the ceiling. She frowned in annoyance. That was going to take a lot of effort to get out.She looked around, then looked more closely seeing the couple of heads that had been left, completely unbothered by the murder scene that she found herself in.If he wasn't wrong, Alec could see the small amount of tension that she had left leave her body when she confirmed who were the ones who'd met such a gruesome end.Some of them looked like they were quite literally torn piece to piece, limb from limb.Blanche picked up a delicate bell on a table and rung it once before placing it back down.It was at this moment when a series of panels appeared in various places, previously seamless walls and objects opened out.There was a painting that hung on the wall pushing outwards, revealing two servants who quietly stepped out, standing at attention.Above the fridge, under the stoves, random spots in the wall, a couple of tiles on the floor there were various hiding places that revealed more and more servants that stepped out, completely unharmed and untouched by the night's accidents.They looked unbothered, just like the lady of the house.Alec wondered just how many times something like this happened for them to act so nonchalant about it.Not only that, they had been concealed so deeply that Alec never once knew they were there.Of course, the moment that the panels opened, he'd felt them, but that was some masterful work. Alec was impressed.Wait. If they were so used to it, then why had Kieran of all people ended up in the enemy's hands?"Report," she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Her tone left no room for disobedience.One of the maids stepped forward."One casualty in the servants' quarters, madam. The moles have been taken care of. No survivors."Blanche looked them over, her eyes cold. "Which one of you were the ones responsible for shadowing Kieran?"Instantly, all of the servants that were standing in front of her bowed low, acknowledging their mistake."My apologies, madam. The sole casualty was the one that had been on duty."The temperature in the room dropped lower, but they were interrupted by the arrival of Kieran before she got any further. He'd anticipated his mother's anger, having seen the way her expression had been thunderous when she saw his torso, though woundless, filled with blood and cuts in his shirt."Don't berate them, mother. It's my own fault for being careless."Blanche swept over the servants once more with her chilly eyes before sweeping out of the room."See to it that this doesn't happen again. Alec, Kieran, come."They seated themselves in the tearoom, where Dietrich and Franz already were.Dietrich gasped upon seeing Alec's state. "Uncle! Are you hurt?" he said with clear worry.Alec smiled. "I am uninjured. I just had to take care of a couple of problems before freeing Kieran."Kieran snorted. "I'll say," he said, then more seriously, "Thank you for the help." The words looked like they cost him to say. His face was slightly pink in embarrassment. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Alec nodded shortly. "No problem."Franz stood up, bowing low. Similarly, Kieran, Dietrich and Blanche bowed to him as well, a sign of sincere and utter gratitude."The house of Rothschild thanks you, Alec. We will forever be in your debt."Alec bowed back, following etiquette. "I cannot speak for my clan but know that your family has done me a favour, and I never forget my debts. If you would be willing, I would be most happy to agree to be friends."They straightened up, and Blanche reached over to pinch his cheeks. "Of course, little brother. We are family, are we not?" she said, smiling for the first time since the fighting started.Alec really was adorable.She hadn't even been able to enjoy any of it because of how worried she'd been."Then, no more talk of debts between family.""If that is what you wish."The maid that had reported to Blanche earlier brought in tea for them, despite it being the middle of the night.Blanche sipped on her tea, sighing. "We thought that they'd only make their moves once they entered our household, not before. We were slightly off guard, hence the reason why Kieran almost died."As she said the last part, Blanche's eyes were cutting into Kieran with the force of her glare.Kieran sweated. He could just feel the incoming torture/training that was awaiting him before he and Dietrich returned to their sect but didn't do anything to dissuade it.He could indeed have died had it not been for Alec, considering that the one who was supposed to shadow his movements seem to have died."I'm sorry to involve you in this," Franz said, looking tired. Then, his tired expression shifted into simmering anger. "Rest assured, I will not rest until they are obliterated from the face of this planet."Then, there was a flare of alarms going off as the barrier around the Rothschild Family Mansion went off, startling them.
