For a brief moment, Violet's face tensed before breaking into an almost impossibly wide smile."Oh, honey. Of course."In an instant, the heavy clouds that had been looming over Violet's expression vanished, replaced by a radiant smile and a gaze burning with desire. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around the slender waist of the woman in the black jacket and pressed her crimson lips against hers."I’ve missed you so much."Smooch!Violet leaned in again, deepening the kiss. It was hot and intense, lasting more than five minutes before the woman finally pulled away, her breath slightly ragged."You seem especially passionate today. What a coincidence—I’ve had a few frustrating days myself. Make me feel better, my big cat."The two women lost themselves in each other, their kisses growing wilder. Within moments, their clothes were scattered across the floor, piece by piece, their moans and soft cries filling

"Alright."Letting out a long breath, Marc simply nodded. After all, the young man standing before him was the son of a marquis.And now, with Leopold in no condition to carry out his duties, it was only a matter of time before Ulrich was officially declared the new Marquis of Walenstein. Even before that happened, though, his opinion still held significant weight."Good. In that case, help me return my father to the isolation chamber." With that, Ulrich sprinted toward the control room.At the same time, Marc, still holding Leopold in his arms, moved with such incredible speed that he seemed to vanish. Within moments, he had placed Leopold back inside the chamber. Ulrich immediately pressed a button, sealing the door shut. Then, he activated another switch, bathing the entire room in a deep red glow."I've been researching this for over a year, and this is the result," Ulrich said as he stepped out of the control room and approached Marc.T

"In Wyndham, the party responsible for bringing in these goblins is..."Satisfied with all the information he had gathered regarding the goblins' presence in Cammont, Marc tapped the screen, shifting his focus to the details about the city he was currently in."Preston..." Marc muttered. "Hmm, that makes perfect sense. But... what?"His eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing."That old man is a member of Dark Star? That bastard! No wonder he ordered that ninja to commit such a heinous act against Abbot Tenzin."Yes, the name on the screen revealed that the Baron of Wyndham, Alistair Everstone, was undeniably linked to this cruel and twisted sect. Marc had suspected from the start that the old man was devious, but he had never expected him to be involved in such a vast network."You're right." Ulrich's voice came from behind him once again. "In other words, if we eliminate these Dark Star members from every city—even from all o

"No, there's no need to worry too much. It's not as terrifying as you think."Ulrich kept pushing, his lips curled into a smile as he shook his head. There was something about Marc's demeanor that intrigued him."Besides, I don't see anyone in the entire Walenstein Province more deserving of this than you. So please, accept it as a token of our friendship," the lord urged.This was no ordinary token. It was something tied directly to his own life, and Ulrich couldn’t entrust it to just anyone. Choosing Marc had not been a decision made lightly."I insist."Seeing the sincerity in the lord’s eyes, Marc felt he had no choice but to yield."Alright," he said, slipping the token into his pocket. "In that case, I’ll be going now. I’ll contact you again tomorrow."Marc had just turned to leave when Ulrich’s voice stopped him once more."Oh, one more thing, Marc."The lord opened a drawer and took out a black cell phone. It looked old and ugly, a relic of a bygone era. He handed it to Marc.

Meanwhile, at the Everstone Manor."Hey, why are you so slow? Hurry up and check if all the lights have been set up along the pathway! We can't have tonight's event looking dull just because you weren’t paying attention."A young butler, one of the senior attendants of the manor, was overseeing the workers who had been busy decorating the estate for the past two days.The garden had been meticulously arranged to appear more stunning; lights were installed along the path leading from the main gate to the manor, and every piece of furniture inside was inspected—many of which had been replaced. Even some of the wall colors had been subtly adjusted."Hey, you! Why are you putting that table there? Move it now! It can’t be blocking the guests!"Not only was he supervising the preparations outside, but the young butler was also closely monitoring the work being done inside the manor.Before long, the unmistakable sound of a Huracan's engine echoed from the front yard. A young man stepped ou