“Get him down.”
The GIA leader’s voice remained steady. Even though one of his agents had just been taken out effortlessly, he showed no visible reaction.
The second agent moved without hesitation, attacking in silence.
But
“Apologies, sir, but you are in my way.”
The butler shifted slightly, dodging the agent’s punch with effortless precision.
In one smooth motion
He swept his foot low, catching the agent’s leg and knocking him off balance.
The agent stumbled
And before he could react, the butler delivered a clean, elegant kick to the back of his head.
Thud.
A muffled groan then silence.
The agent collapsed, unconscious.
Stillness.
The entire parking lot fell silent.
This old butler had made it all look so natural as if it were just an accident.
The GIA leader felt sweat on his back.
Even he wasn’t confident he could take down his own elite agents this quickly and cleanly.
“Just getting into GIA special forces requires extreme skill… and this old man took them down like they were nothing.”
The butler looked down at his polished black leather shoes.
A small speck of dust from his kick had marred their surface.
He sighed, shaking his head.
“What a shame.”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a handkerchief.
With measured elegance, he wiped his hand as if the mere act of fighting had dirtied it.
The monocle over his right eye gleamed under the sunlight.
Finally, he dropped the handkerchief to the ground.
And continued walking toward Lucian.
The agents tensed.
Weapons aimed, fingers resting on triggers.
The leader raised his hand.
A silent command to hold fire.
Though their guns remained locked on the butler, no one pulled the trigger.
The leader hesitated.
“Should I really order them to shoot?”
This butler… he was stronger than expected.
Even after years of elite training, the leader wasn’t sure if he could handle this man himself.
And the way the butler carried himself…
Absolute confidence.
Not arrogance.
Not recklessness.
But the calm certainty of a man who knew exactly what he was capable of.
And what he could get away with.
The leader’s instincts screamed caution.
“What if he has an important background? A connection to someone even we can’t touch?”
So far, the butler hadn’t killed anyone.
Both agents were only unconscious.
That meant he wasn’t here to start a fight.
“I’ll wait. If he does anything unexpected, I’ll give the order to shoot.”
Better be safe then risk.
The leader spoke.
“Sir Stop who are you and explain your actions.”
“If you do not comply, you will face the full consequences of GIA authority.”
“Judging from your skills, I assume you understand exactly what that means.”
The butler didn’t stop.
Didn’t even acknowledge him.
As he walked past the leader, he flicked his gaze toward him for just a fraction of a second.
The light caught his monocle, making it glint.
And then
He looked away.
As if the leader didn’t even exist.
As if he were nothing more than a wall.
The leader’s jaw tightened.
“Did he just dismiss me? Like I wasn’t worth his time?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Maybe Lucian Kane called him him for backup ?”
“Is this man really here to help, or is there something bigger at play?”
For now, he decided to watch.
He still believed he had control of the situation.
“Yes, he’s strong, but he’s still just one man. No way he’s bulletproof.”
“If it comes to it, I’ll give the order.”
“One second, and he’ll be dead.”
Finally, with no one stopping him, the butler came to a halt in front of Lucian.
The air was thick with tension.
Dozens of eyes locked onto them.
Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.
The butler bowed.
Polite.
Elegant.
One hand behind his back, the other across his chest.
“Apologies for the delay, Sir Lucian.”
His voice was smooth, unwavering, and perfectly composed.
The GIA leader frowned.
This old man had just disrespected him outright, barely sparing him a glance, and yet he was bowing to Lucian Kane?
“Just what the hell is going on?”
Shaking his head, the leader cracked his neck, trying to piece it together. Things were getting complicated.
General Damian, watching from the side, raised an eyebrow.
He hadn’t expected someone with such exceptional combat skills to be this… respectful.
But then again, it was Lucian Kane.
Anything was possible.
Lucian, hands still in his pockets, nodded slightly at the butler.
“Good, you’re on full time. Though, I should’ve contacted you earlier.”
His gaze sharpened.
“By the way… which family are you from?”
A faint flash of surprise flickered in the butler’s eyes.
“He knows about the families? So this young man’s connection with the Black Order must be deeper than I thought…”
Understanding dawned.
“No wonder the Patriarch himself ordered me to come personally.”
Still, the butler kept his face expressionless.
With perfect posture, he straightened and spoke, his voice carrying both pride and unwavering humility.
“I am a butler from the Third Family of the Black Order the Malvic Household.”
—
Lucian nodded, unfazed.
“That’s surprising. I didn’t think the Malvics would be the first to make a move.”
For the second time, a flicker of surprise passed through the butler’s eyes.
“He’s so casual about this… Talking about malvics this…casual?”
“Why have I never heard of him before?”
“I never imagined that a medium-sized family like the Kanes would have any dealings with the Black Order.”
Keeping his thoughts buried, the butler revealed nothing on his face.
Lucian tilted his head.
“So, is everything prepared?”
The butler gave a slight nod, his tone steady, controlled, respectful.
“Yes, sir. Apologies for the inconvenience.”
At the side, those listening in had mixed reactions.
Meleonora, the purple-haired man, and her two soldiers were simply curious.
They had no clue what the Black Order or the Malvic family was.
To them, it just sounded like some wealthy, hidden faction.
Nothing more.
But for the GIA soldiers?
Their hands shook.
Hands holding the guns were shaking.
Their eyes widened in horror.
Even the GIA leader felt cold sweat trickling down his back.
“Did I hear that right?”
“The Black Order? The Malvic Family?”
“No. No, no, no. This has to be a joke. It has to be a lie. Because if it’s true”
His heart pounded.
The sheer audacity to utter those names out loud
Was this old man not afraid of the consequences?
Lying about that
General Damian stiffened.
His instincts screamed danger.
He had read classified military reports the highest-level restricted data available to only the top brass.
Even he didn’t know much about them, only that
“You don’t get involved with the Black Order.”
“Not unless you want to disappear.”
His mind raced.
“Why? Why are they here? What does Lucian have to do with them?”
His hands subtly curled into fists.
This… this was bad.
The tension snapped like a whip.
The butler reached into his coat pocket.
His movements were calm. Precise. Effortless.
He pulled out
A card.
Half white, half black.
The leader’s entire body locked up.
His blood ran ice cold.
Even before the full card was visible, he already knew.
Well fake or real doesn’t matter…he would rather get scammed then risk it.
His eyes latched onto the barely exposed corner of it.
And in that instant
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His hands shook.
This man…
He was holding a Black Order White Rank Card.
With smooth efficiency, the butler pulled it out fully.
On the white side, in black letters, was written
MALVIC.
On the black side, in white letters, was written
THREE.
The butler’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.
“I, the butler of the Malvic Family, Holder of White Rank Card.”
“By order of the Black Order, Lucian Kane’s case shall now be handled by the Black Order Council.”
“I will personally inform the World Council.”
His voice was firm. Unyielding. Absolute.
A wave of absolute terror swept through the GIA soldiers.
Their pupils contracted.
Their bodies locked in place.
Then
Without a single word
They dropped to one knee.
Fists pressed to their chests, heads bowed.
Eyes down
Even the GIA leader himself…
His body tensed, shaking.
Sweat dripped down his face.
And yet he dared not look directly at the card.
One glance had been enough.
Without hesitation
He dropped to one knee.
Hand over his heart.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t dare.
General Damian followed immediately, bowing without a second thought.
There was no hesitation.
No questioning it.
No resistance.
Only absolute submission.
Meleonora, the purple-haired man, and the soldiers stood frozen.
Confusion flickered across their faces.
Meleonora turned her head
Confusion on her face
Even General Damian was on one knee.
Even the GIA leader was kneeling.
Her mind screamed.
“What the hell is going on?!”
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