Chapter 4: Chapter 4: The Duke of Rizar Summons His Familiar (2)

Three people stood around a bed and stared at the young woman lying under silk covers. The two knights guarded the door to keep anyone from listening in.

Lucius Rizar had the maids dress her in commoner clothes. Until he had someone buy clothes for her, this was the best he could do.

“Abel, Dorsen.” Lucius pointed at the woman on his bed. “…What is this?”

The Priest and Rune Mage glanced at each other. Their new Duke was the only person who’d call a beautiful young girl as an object. Still, they were rather curious as well.

For Lucius, it didn’t matter what type of familiar he summoned as long as he did what was needed of him. Unlike other Dukes, he had no intention to send his Familiar to fight his battles. But this situation, summoning a human, was unheard of.

“Let me take a look.” High Priest Abel Parteda stepped forward and placed his hand on the unconscious woman’s forehead. Holding on to a piece of parchment, he activated the rune on his hand that allowed him to see a person's status. The only thing he could not see is the familiar’s skills.

Only Priests with high status have access to this rune. Certain runes were kept confidential to special organizations. Like the Holy Temple, other powerful families also created their own runes and kept it hidden from the public.

Abel copied her status on the parchment and gaped at it bewildered. “T-this is…” His hands started quivering. He almost ripped the parchment into two, wanting to hide what he saw. But he refrained from doing so.

“What is it?” Dorsen Marcade, the Rune Mage, tried to peek, but the other refused to let him see. “Old man, what are you trying to hide?!”

“Who are you calling old man, you brat?! I’m only 39 years old!” Abel retaliated.

“And yet, despite me being only three years younger, you keep calling me a brat! That’s why you’re an old man!” Dorsen scoffed.

They were both in their late 30s, but Abel, with his hair entirely white, had the appearance of a man in his 60s.

When Lucius let out a deadly aura, the two instantly stopped quibbling. Because they both watched the Young Master grow up, they weren’t affected much. But if it was another, they would have fallen, or in the worst case, fainted. This was due to the blessing that gifted his bloodline with powerful mana. Ordinary people can not handle the aura coming from him.

“Listen, Young Master…” High Priest Abel called out. “No, Your Grace, Duke Rizar. Please consider carefully too who you reveal this parchment. Trust me, it will be best to involve only a select few.”

Lucius hesitated at first until he was reminded of the relationship he had with these two men. They grew up by his Father's side and treated him as their own son. Abel and Dorsen were the only ones who supported Lucius this past year as he inherited the title of Duke. “Seeing as how you’re addressing me, it means the summoning ritual didn’t fail, and this woman on my bed is a Sacred Familiar.” When Abel didn’t either disagree or agree, Lucius sighed. “I understand. But please keep in mind that I consider you two part of the select few.”

The Priest didn't know how to respond. He was touched. Let it be known that this was extremely rare for Lucius who always kept things bottled up to voice out his feelings. It’s not that he didn’t want to share things with others, he couldn't.

So, hearing this, both Abel and Dorsen teared up. ‘Their Young Master has grown so much!’

Lucius held his hand out for the parchment. Knowing he wouldn’t change his mind, Abel handed it to him obediently. The Duke and Dorsen read the contents on the parchment.

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