“I do! Human lives are more important than reputation, and we’re talking about my Master’s own flesh and blood. No matter how you put it, Master’s blood runs in that boy’s veins.”
Dexter remained headstrong.
“I’ll kill you!” roared Olivia before she grabbed a sword in the study and swung it toward Dexter.
The butler shut his eyes and was ready to die when Tyrone shouted, “No!”
Dexter smiled when Tyrone stopped Olivia because he knew his Master well.
Tyrone was by no means a good man.
He was cruel and ruthless, or else he would not have left his own flesh and blood to die in the wild.
Master did not stop Olivia merely to save my life.
Why would he? He has never once treated us like human beings. We’re merely slaves, and our lives do not matter to him.
“Why did you stop me? He’s useless to us!” shouted Olivia fiercely.
“What are we going to tell Father if you’ve killed him? How will we explain ourselves?”
Dexter smiled because he knew that there was a reason that his master had kept him alive.
The butler was to be their scapegoat.
“You’re right. What’s happened has happened. Now, we’ll have to explain ourselves, so we can hand him over to the clan. He’ll suffer our harshest punishment!”
“He’ll pay for breaking the rules. There’s no way that he’ll live,” stated Tyrone as he stared coldly at the butler.
“No, I can’t wait that long.”
Olivia could not contain herself.
“Then, cut off his arms,” suggested Tyrone cruelly, so Olivia lifted the sword once again before swinging it down decisively.
“Argh!”
Dexter cried aloud, left in excruciating pain.
“Better, Olivia? If not, you still have the legs.”
The Garrisons had no problem when it came to toying with human lives, especially the lives of lowly servants.
“I’m good. So what shall we do about the b*tch and the bastard?” inquired Olivia.
“I want nothing more than to kill the two, but now is not the right time. If we do it now, we’ll become a joke to the world.” Tyrone sighed.
Olivia nodded in agreement. “You’re right. The world is watching us now. If we make a move now, we’ll risk tarnishing our reputation in Erudia and the entire East side of the world.
“Seeing as such, what else can we do?”
Tyrone was in distress.
“If all else fails, maybe we’ll ask him to join us. It’s safer that way,” suggested a servant. Unfortunately, as soon as he was done speaking, he got slapped by Olivia.
“Are you seriously suggesting that we should allow the bastard to become one of us? What right does the bastard have to step inside of this house? I’ll never agree to it, and I don’t think the clan will either,” shouted Olivia, utterly infuriated.
“That’s right. He’ll never be worthy of joining us. At least, not with his current identity. If he wants to become a part of us, he’s got to earn it. I’ll only allow him to join us once the clan recognizes his strength,” agreed Tyrone.
