“Stand up, it’s alright.”
Lucian walked forward, his gaze shifting toward General, Meleonora, and the purple-haired man, who were still kneeling.
The three hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances before cautiously raising their heads. Their eyes flickered between Lucian and the butler, unsure if standing was even allowed.
Meleonora leaned toward the General, whispering, “Is this… really alright?”
General didn’t respond immediately. He studied the butler’s posture, noting how the man hadn’t objected to Lucian’s words.
“Lucian holds the authority here?”
After a brief pause, General slowly stood up.
If Lucian was in charge of the situation, then following his orders was the safest bet.
Meleonora and the purple-haired man exchanged another look before awkwardly standing up as well. Their movements were hesitant, and their eyes darted toward the GIA agents who remained motionless, still on one knee.
Something about that contrast made them uneasy.
General hesitated. “Are you sure this is alright?” His voice carried uncertainty.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” Lucian waved his hand dismissively. “Stupid rules they have.”
Then, without warning
Lucian gripped both of General’s shoulders, locking eyes with him.
“I need your help.”
General blinked. “My… help?”
For a moment, he thought he misheard. Lucian needed his help?
Confusion flashed in his mind.
“What could I possibly do that he can’t?”
After everything he’d seen nukes, secret agencies, and now the Black Order what could he, an ordinary military man, contribute?
Yeah marshal now taking himself as a normal military man
One can just imagine what kind of tromotizing things he must have gone through
Lucian’s gaze was serious.
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Only you can help me with this.”
Meleonora and the purple-haired man instinctively took a step back.
Fear crept into their faces.
“General’s done for.”
That thought screamed in their heads.
They had no idea what Lucian wanted, but if this guy needed help with something, it was definitely not normal.
General turned toward Meleonora as if silently begging for backup. His expression practically screamed, “Save me!”
But Lucian’s grip was firm.
Clearing his throat, General forced a smile. “O-Of course, anything for you, kid.”
Lucian ignored the reluctance in his voice and gave his shoulder a reassuring pat.
Meleonora and the purple-haired man nearly saluted the General. Rest in peace, soldier.
But then
Lucian turned toward them.
“You two as well. You’re going to help me too.”
Their bodies froze.
“EHHHHH!?”
A strangled noise almost escaped their mouths.
The purple-haired man’s eyes widened in horror. He immediately started shaking his hands, backing away.
“Hey bro ugh, no, sir! Please, I have something very important to do! You might not know, but I have a daughter! I~ I need to go!” He was practically begging for his life.
He was tired of this.
He had already been dragged into a Global criminal-level situation. Almost arrested. Almost shot.
Maybe this close to almost meet seven world leader… Just because of a fking lift.
And now?
“Sir, at least remember that I helped your sister! I brought her to the hospital! I think I deserve to leave now, right?” His voice cracked as he pleaded.
Lucian tilted his head a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Hm…”
For a second, hope flashed in the purple-haired man’s heart.
Until
“Nope.”
Lucian shook his head.
“No need to be afraid, man. We’re nice people. You’re my friend now.”
The purple-haired man felt his soul leave his body.
“I haven’t even given you a gift yet,” Lucian added.
“I don’t want it!! Just let me go, you monster!” The purple-haired man wanted to scream, but he swallowed the words in fear.
Instead, his eyes darted behind Lucian’s shoulder toward the butler.
The old man was silently watching.
Standing there. Expressionless.
But his eyes…
His eyes were screaming: Do it. Don’t waste time.
A cold chill ran down the purple-haired man’s spine.
Meleonora, who was thinking of rejecting Lucian as well, took one look at the butler’s stare and immediately nodded.
She grabbed the purple-haired man’s arm and forced him to nod too.
“We’ll do it,” she blurted out, her voice slightly trembling.
Lucian grinned.
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“Sigh… why do your faces look so ugly?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry, I won’t ask for your help for free. I’ll pay you guys.”
The purple-haired man wanted to cry.
“It’s not about the money! We just don’t wanna die!”
Lucian clapped his hands together.
“Smile, guys! You look ugly this way.”
Meleonora and the purple-haired man forced a smile.
But it was so unnatural and stiff it looked worse than crying.
Lucian stared at their expressions for a moment.
“…Ew. What the hell? Never mind.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Pitiful expression on his face
Finally, his playful demeanor faded.
His face hardened.
He took a step forward, standing directly in front of them.
“Alright,” he said, voice lowering.
“Here’s the thing.”
His expression turned serious.
For the first time, his aura shifted.
Deadly. Cold. Calculated.
Meleonora, the General, and the purple-haired man swallowed hard.
This was different.
Lucian had never looked this serious not even when he launched a nuclear strike.
Not even when GIA came for him.
A shiver ran down their spines.
What the hell could be so serious that even this monster would make that face?
Lucian crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping from their heads to their toes, as if evaluating them.
“First thing first can you guys act?”
His voice was casual, but the weight behind it made them pause.
“Pardon?” General furrowed his brows.
Lucian tilted his head. “Acting. Can you do it or not?”
Meleonora and the General exchanged glances.
Acting?
They had no idea where this was going.
Why would acting even matter right now?
Was he about to send them on some sketchy undercover mission?
General hesitated before sighing.
“I’m a high-ranking official,” he admitted. “Most of my job is attending political meetings and dealing with diplomatic negotiations.”
He straightened his posture slightly. “So yeah, I can act. I have experience.”
Meleonora nodded immediately.
“Same here. Government work requires a lot of that.”
Lucian nodded in approval before slowly turning to the purple-haired man.
A beat of silence.
“Ahhem, well…”
The purple-haired man fidgeted.
He pressed his index fingers together, his eyes darting around, lips slightly pursed.
A shy expression crept onto his face.
Lucian’s face twisted in disgust.
“What the hell is that expression?”
He almost felt secondhand embarrassment.
The General and Meleonora glared at the purple-haired man as if they were personally offended.
The man coughed. “Ahh well… I”
He looked away, almost wanting to throw up.
Then, finally
“I’m a no-filter stand-up comedian. So yeah… I guess I can act… a little.”
Silence.
The serious atmosphere shattered.
Meleonora and General looked at him with pure judgment.
Lucian’s face twitched.
“…Huh?”
“Wait, whats that?”
“Y-Yeah,” the man muttered. “I mean… I do comedy, but I have to act it out sometimes, you know? Facial expressions, voice modulation, delivery…”
Lucian blinked at him.
Then he let out a slow sigh.
“Whatever. At least you can do it.”
The General shook his head teasingly.
Meleonora simply exhaled in defeat.
The purple-haired man turned his face away, clearly embarrassed.
Lucian, ignoring them, took a deep breath.
Then, his expression darkened.
“Alright. Let’s get serious.”
His voice dropped into a lower tone.
“Mother is coming. She’ll be here in the next ten minutes.”
A chilling silence followed.
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