After passing through the outer and middle rings, their limousine finally arrived in the inner ring. And to say that the streets compared to the last two rings were like night and day was an understatement.
The people who roamed the streets didn’t carry even a trace of wariness or bloodlust for the people around them; their eyes were normal, not the least bit sunken due to financial desperation.
The streets were clean, decorated with streetlamps and bins - something that should’ve been expected for any streets, be it for the poor or the rich. And were constantly patrolled with guards to keep everything in check, preventing fights or other scuffles.
’There’s still a lot of casinos...’ Lillian thought, staring at the countless similar signs that displayed a roulette wheel.
It did make sense for there to be a lot of casinos; this was the district where the rich in the Underworld lived, after all.
"Mistress, we will soon be reaching the Darkhounds’ estate."
Lillian looked up at the speakers built into the roof, the voice belonging to Elara. She then glanced at Marionette, who only briefly nodded at the report.
"Very well. But please take your time, I’m in no rush to get there."
The limousine continued to drive, soon reaching an intersection where it became swallowed into a group of other limousines, each bearing the crests of different families.
’The Donaldsons, the Crimsonbears, the Highlanders, the Lionbrigh—wait, the Lionbrights?’
Lillian sat up as she stared out the window, staring at a white limousine that had a crest closely resembling that of a lion on it.
’It seems Reph is here... Haven’t seen him in a long time.’ Lillian smiled a bit, then glanced at the car next to it, which bore the crest of a raven.
’The Nightravens...’ Lillian narrowed her eyes, ’I wonder if Emilio had told his father about what I told him yet.’
If Emilio had told his family what she had whispered to him back in the harbour, then her plan would move much swifter and even smoother if possible.
Lillian leaned her face into her knuckles, continuing to look outside before settling her gaze on a limousine that had the crest of a white dove on it, ’The Dovettes...’
The Dovettes were a family in charge of the creation of certain aircraft, specifically ones meant for war. They also had a business in the funeral industry.
Their young lady was also a victim of one of the two attacks that happened just recently, to be specific, the attack on the blimp that Millis was on.
Her eyelids lowered, thinking as she wondered about the whereabouts of the purple-haired heroine. ’I wonder if she’s coming to this event...’
Looking away, Lillian decided to focus on other family limousines.
***
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Young master, the families attending this year’s Legacy Table are about to arrive." A maid said, standing outside a pair of white double doors.
She waited for a few moments before pushing the door open, walking inside to be met with a potent smell of sweat. Her brows furrowed as she glanced towards the bed in the room.
A handsome, half-naked man with dark-steel grey hair laid in the bed, surrounded on both sides by nude ladies who huddled close to his body. Their eyes closed, evidently sleeping after a tiring night.
It was only after the maid had entered his room that he finally opened his ash-brown eyes. He rolled his eyes and slowly sat up, stirring the two women, who had accompanied him in the night, to awake.
He narrowed his eyes at the maid, irritated, "Who gave you permission to enter my room?"
The young man’s irritation soon cleared once the blurriness in his vision vanished, allowing him to marvel at the beautiful curves of his maid.
Coughing at her lecherous gaze, the maid answered:
"Please do get ready, Master Damien, they will arrive any minute now. And this event is a highly important one."
The man named Damien rolled his eyes again, frustrated that his rest was interrupted.
Pushing the woman on his left off the bed, he stood up while at the same time putting on a white robe that bore the crest of a hound on the back.
This was Damien Von Darkhound, a Tier 3 mage, the youngest child of the infamous Darkhounds, and was said to be an immovable wall - he was also regarded as one of the Six Great Prodigies in the world; the six being made up of two individuals from each cardinal nation close in age.
The south: Marionette Von Roselle and Reph Von Lionbright. These two hated being referred to by these titles.
The east: Kuro Ker Vincent and Torahiko Von Raiketsu.
The west: Albrecht Von Hohenfall and Seren Ker Valmont.
The north: Damien Von Darkhound and Ulric Von Silversteel.
At a young age, before Damien was given enhancements, he was able to match the physical strength of a mage at the peak of Tier 1 in his family. And when he became a mage, his mana was already triple that of average Tier 1 mages.
His skills when it comes to battles and brutality were also unlike any other, only short of Ulric Von Silversteel, the Prince of Nolstra’s royal family.
Damien checked himself out in his mirror, his eyes blinking back to the maid, curling his fingers at her - silently telling her to help him get dressed.
The maid silently nodded and began helping him pick out a selection of clothes before assisting him.
The Darkhound smirked as he watched the maid get on her knees to help him with his belt.
He then asked:
"And what of my father? With such a responsibility of meeting our guests, I would’ve expected him to see me himself. Or is he still on that trip of his?"
"The Familyhead is still on his business trip, young master. But I have been told that he would return by tomorrow."
"Is that so?" Damien rubbed his chin, only realising after that he was now properly dressed in a stunning noble attire.
He grinned at this, greatly satisfied with the maid’s choices.
The maid bowed as she neared the door, "I shall now be taking my leave."
"Well, hold on just a few seconds." Damien asked, approaching the woman before placing a finger under her chin, "Now that I think about it, what is your name?"
The maid blankly stared at him before blushing as she watched his hand caress the side of her face. She whispered, "V-victoria, but is that necessary?"
"Of course~... I need to know for later when you service me tonight."
"E-excuse me...?"
Damien grinned, leaning closer, "I. Need. You. To. Service me tonight. Such a beautiful woman like yourself should be embraced lovingly at all times and given such treatment."
And before the maid could respond, the man had brought her into a forceful kiss - his strength too large for the woman to resist.
In the midst of the kiss, Damien raised his hand towards the two nude ladies near his bed - flicking his wrist and causing their heads to explode from within.
He didn’t require them anymore.
The maid flinched as she watched as blood painted the walls, a crimson droplet splattering on her cheek as she was soon let go.
Damien licked his lips, savouring the maid’s taste before pointing back with his thumb, "Make sure to get people to clean that up before I get back. In the mean time, take me to where everyone will be arriving, my dear."
Still cradled warmly in the man’s hands, the woman stammered with a reddened face, "V-very well, sir..."
After leaving his room, Damien followed the maid down the corridor; his lecherous gaze wandering and lingering around the rear of the maid he was following.
He was excited for tonight.