Chapter 62: Chapter 62: A Possessive family
Standing in front of a mirror, Bennett flicks her finger, and her hair turns short. She picks up the blue formal coat she’s wearing and walks out of the bathroom.
"Lily, go and call Liona here."
"Yes, young master." Lily bows and walks out of the room.
Bennett sighs, sits on her couch, and picks up her black sword, beginning to sharpen it.
Creak, creak, crea...
She stops sharpening the Sword with the magic stone, as the door opens and an old lady enters. Bennett puts her sword back and leans against the couch.
"Head maid, please take a seat, and Lily, leave us alone for a moment."
The head maid walks over and sits across from her elegantly, adjusting her glasses.
"So, is there a problem with your magic, you yourself call me young master?"
A tiny smile curls on Bennett’s lips, and she shakes her head.
"No, Liona, I called you here to discuss something. You know I turned five this year."
Liona’s eyes widen, and a sad smile appears on her face. "Yes, time passes very quickly."
Bennett stands up, hangs her sword at her waist, and walks behind Liona. "Don’t worry, Liona. Now that I have turned five, I have to go; you are free. I appreciate your services."
Feeling Bennett’s small hands on her shoulder, Liona looks at her knees to hide her emotions.
"But, young master, I have sworn to serve the Darknight family. I can’t leave."
A sigh escapes Bennett’s mouth. "Liona, I know you have sworn to serve the Darknight bloodline, but there is only I who has this bloodline now, you know that, right?"
Liona nods, looking over her shoulder into Bennett’s eyes. "I’m going away now. You won’t have anyone to serve, and that acting head doesn’t have Darknight blood; he is just a sly bastard, so leave. Once I return, I will call you back."
Stepping back, Bennett turns and walks out, leaving Liona alone.
"Lily, let’s go."
Lily, standing in the hall, nods and quickly walks behind her toward the exit of the Darknight Estate.
"Boy, you finally decided to show up."
Bennett narrows her eyes, seeing her stepfather sitting on a horse.
"What are you staring at, huh?" Drohan frowns in anger, seeing her stare at him.
Bennett shakes her head and walks past his horse. "Never mind, I was just staring at some fool."
"Huh." Dark lines appear on Drohan’s rough face. His horse neighs and spins toward Bennett’s direction. "Did you call me a fool? How dare you? Come back here, little insect."
Bennett stops near the carriage and looks over her shoulder. Drohan flinches, seeing the coldness on her face.
"Sir, you should know we are going toward the imperial palace. What is the meaning of sitting on a war horse? Are you declaring war on the imperial family?"
Drohan freezes, hearing her, his hand trembling as he realizes. "No, no," he quickly jumps down from the horse.
Bennett smirks coldly, her left foot on the carriage support. "Even a little kid like me knows these basics. I now know why there is a rumor that mother never gives you anything to handle."
With that, she hops inside the carriage with Lily and closes the door.
"How dare he?" Drohan trembles in rage.
"Head. Your carriage is ready." A knight walks behind Drohan and puts his hand on his chest armor.
Drohan, already in anger, turns and slaps the knight’s face.
Thud. The knight falls to the floor but doesn’t say anything.
"How many times have I said, you all should call me duke?" His fist clenches in anger.
Inside the carriage, a ruthless coldness flashes in Bennett’s eyes. ’Heh, Duke. The acting head now wants to be called duke. How funny.’
"Let’s go, knight."
"Yes, young master," the knight sitting in front of the carriage nods.
"The Head of Darknight and the young master of the Darknight family have arrived."
Creak. The big golden door opens, and walking over the red carpet, Bennett looks at the throne at the end of the hall.
"I greet the sun of the empire, the emperor."
Drohan and Bennett kneel on one knee toward the man sitting on the throne.
"Ho, I’m pleased to see the Darknight Bloodline again. I hope you will be more useful than the current head." The middle-aged man says warmly.
Drohan grits his teeth and refrains from talking.
"I will try my best."
"Call the crown prince, it’s time for the ceremony." The emperor shouts.
"The future sun of the empire, the crown prince, has arrived."
Bennett, standing beside the carpet, looks toward the door. She raises her brow, seeing a kid her age enter.
"Welcome, Prince David, haha, meet the future head of the Darknight family and also your friend."
Prince David looks toward Bennett with dull eyes and nods in greeting.
"I greet the future sun of the empire." Bennett puts her hand on her chest and bows slightly.
"Now, now, go out and talk. I need to ask the head of Darknight where you will be sent when you turn twelve."
"Yes, your majesty." Bennett bows and looks one last time toward Drohan. She squints, seeing a sinister smile on his face.
"Now, the kids have left, Drohan, tell me where that child will be sent in the future." The emperor strokes his golden beard and looks at Drohan.
Drohan smirks and says. "Your majesty, I can name any place, right?"
The emperor nods. "Yes, but it should be a war place. You know this is a tradition of the royal and Darknight family, that child has to accomplish great things before the title."
Drohan’s smirk turns sinister. "Then, your majesty, I have decided after countless nights of thought, please send that child to Maine territory."
A frown appears on the emperor’s face; his eyes stare at Drohan to detect any falsehood. "I’m surprised you’d suggest such a thing. That territory is currently at war with hostile tribes and has been abandoned by the empire. Our orders are to avoid that region entirely."
Drohan nods. "Yes, I know that, but I have high hopes for that child; I’m sure he will achieve greater things."
"Okay, then you can go now. After making friends with the prince and after he learns swords, he will be sent there on his 12th birthday."
"Thanks for your understanding, your majesty."
After he leaves, the emperor smirks and closes his eyes. "Haha, interesting, it will be fun to see who will win, a rightful owner or a sly noble."
"William, did that person leave?" An elegant voice sounds, and the Emperor smirks and looks toward the other door.
"Yes, my queen, you can come."
The door opens, and a woman with golden hair enters, a gentle smile on her lips, a golden gown clinging to her curves.
"Come sit on your throne, empress." The emperor stands up and raises his hand. The empress smiles and puts her hand in his, sitting on the throne beside him.
"How was the child of my friend?" The empress says with a smile.
The emperor sighs and rubs his head, a possessive light appearing in his eyes. "Aw, I’m jealous the first thing you ask is about that kid, tch."
"Stop joking, William," the empress says with a stern tone.
"Ahaha, okay, okay, well, about that child, his face is the same as your friend, the former duchess, and his personality looks the same, cold as ice."
William leans near the empress and puts his hand on her shoulder, and puts her head on his shoulder.
The door opened, and a man with long brown hair, wearing a coat, pants, and glasses, entered.
"Empress, there is an urgent matter that requires your atten...tion." He stopped, seeing the emperor embracing the empress lovingly, and a gulp escaped his throat.
"Ah, I will come back later," he quickly said, turning in fear.
"Stop right there," a cold voice fell on his ear, and imaginary tears appeared in his eyes.
’Oh no, why is my luck so bad?’
He turned hesitantly, seeing a possessive and angry look on the emperor’s face, and shuddered.
"Tell me, how should I torture you, with a whip or a knife?" The emperor practically growled in anger.
"Your Majesty, it was my mistake. I’m sorry," the official quickly bowed in fear.
"Calm down, dear. Governor Thorne, you can go," the empress said with a warm smile.
"Thank you, Empress." Thorne quickly turned and ran away, feeling angry eyes on his back.
"Ugh, thank goodness the empress was there. I shouldn’t have come. Why did they ask me to call the empress?"
Thorne sighed and walked toward the office.
’The royal blood is strange. All families with this blood love their own unconditionally, but for others who try to interrupt their moments, it’s a death sentence. A possessive family.’
He stopped near the window, outside his gaze fell on the garden.
"Huh, is that your highness, and that boy is...."