"Alfred, how's the situation in Weinheim?" I asked once Hans arrived in the hall, although the expression on his face conveyed everything, it was crucial to hear this information from his mouth so that my first agenda could go forward smoothly, which was to earn him a sense that I was unlike the old bastard of Barron whose entirely life purpose was to replenish his deep pocket.
"Master Lucian the situation is quite alarming around here, the masses are bailing out of the villages since a rumour about Barron has unfurled like wildfire." Hans said, looking like he was being discomforted by thinking of the rumour.
"What rumour?" I asked as regular rumours wouldn't compel the masses to flee from the villages.
"I'm sorry to say but, the spreading rumours are that Barron Michael was indulged in Dark sorcery and to enhance his resilience furthermore he has casted a Dark spell on the Weinheim which will suck out the vitality power of masses." Hans said apologetically thinking Lucian would get worked up hearing bad things about his father.
"That's an amusing rumour, but I don't think that old father of mine contained any courage to draw near black sorcery, don't you feel so Hans?" I said coldly, even though I didn't care about the rumours but asserting supremacy was a must or else the hierarchy would run down to the drains.
"Yes master Lucian, I think so too." Hans said as a cold chill ran down his spine.
"Alright then, Hans, I want you to put down every household's input that is bailing out of the town." I said with a grimace.
"Is Master Lucian planning to discipline them?" Hans asked wearily as this existed as a normal procedure to punish the defaults in the Astia empire.
"No, we'll collect the damages from Lord Buskal, who allowed this type of rubbish Rumour to circulate between the masses and attempted to slander Barron's image." I said simply, as the first show would approximately begin from now on.
The Weinheim town existed as the only town which yielded edible arrangements for the masses in Lucian's barony but lord Buskal had diverse considerations in his mentality following the usage of the Weinheim as he got the whiff of the old barron's demise.
'In the game, things escalated slightly gradually but now that yours truly is the new boss around here, so why don't we alter some laws eh?' I thought, menacingly.
"Master Lucian, I believe that this strategy might bounce back on us as lord Buskal carries quite an influence over borders." Hans expressed his opinion.
Hans' opinion hauled some significance but the actuality was altogether diverse from what he had presumed and maybe Lucian was the sole one who was conscious about it.
"Don't worry about it Hans, just follow my orders and we'll be able to arrange a new lord of Weinheim at the end of the masquerade." I said nonchalantly, after which I stood up and strode toward my bedroom, despite the old outer look of the estate, its interior was quite unique.
After climbing a few stairs, I turned right and halted in front of an ebony door which was reckoned to be my bedroom's entrance but, 'why am I hearing weird noises coming from inside, wasn't it supposed to be vacant.'
Quickly shoving the door open, I moved inside but got a very odd outcome because I couldn't find anyone inside.
"How strange, who could it be?" I muttered while sweeping my gaze around the bedroom for any possible intruder but there wasn't any single cue which would substantiate my speculation.
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"Anyway, I'm very tired, so I'll go to sleep first." Affirming, I tossed myself on the king-size cushioned bed and shut down my eyes to take a quick nap.
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Instead of taking a short doze, I slept for a long time and I woke up directly the next morning after hearing a long and exhausting knock on the entrance.
"Come in." I muttered, rubbing my eyelids and pondering over "who it could be in this early morning?" as I completely shirked the transmigration process.
A wink later a maid wearing a lower-neckline white apron walks inside the room pushing a breakfast trolley, her white delicate bossom jiggling as she strides ahead.
'wtf.' Momentarily lost in elusive reflections a question seemed to appear in my head "who's she?" But shortly the transmigration memories surged inside my brain telling me to get acquainted with it.
"Good morning, Raphtalia. You're looking as enchanting as ever." I greeted her with a warm smile, as she was one of the maids who were trained by the late baroness.
"Thank you for your praise master Lucian, I have brought you your favourite creamy milk." She said while a coquettish grin appeared on her face, this was the first time she had acquired a compliment from her master whom she was obliged to serve for eternity.
"Cream milk!" I peek at her in wonder but the following moment my gaze goes to the glass full of milk put on the trolley.
"Oh thank you, I was craving its flavour since there was no such creamy milk at even the royal academy like you serve."I said, winking at her while picking up the milk.
After gulping down the creamy milk in one go, I had a tiny breakfast after which I went toward the lavatory. In the meantime, Rapahtalia makes my mattress and leaves the chamber with a smile afterwards.
After freshening up, I come out of the bathroom, get dressed and walk towards the window in hope of stumbling upon any heavenly scenery but unfortunately, all I stumbled upon is a gloomy sky filled with stormy dark weather.
"What a nice climate we've today." I presumed helplessly as I wished to head out there and get familiarised with the outskirts of the barony as soon as possible.
"Status" I murmured attempting to recall the almighty system which I pillaged from the original main character.
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