"No, it's okay," Maximillien interrupted. "He can call me whatever. I don't care. He is just a kid anyway."
The guards were shocked by Young Duke's lenience to this kid. Never in a million years, they thought the fourteen years old duke would forgive this kid who had caused the death of his parents.
Or at least, with the accusation that this kid was cursed and killed late Archduke and Duchess.
"Yay! Jean will call big brother as big brother!" Little Jean raised his hands and jumped lightly to celebrate. Maximillien's lips twitched a bit when he saw how happy Little Jean got just for something so small.
But when he saw the blood on Little Jean's palms, his smile faded, and he grasped Little Jean's wrist and frowned at such horrible wounds.
Little Jean had many bloodied holes on his palm as if his palms had been stabbed with dozens of needles.
"What happened to your palms?" Maximillien asked with scrutinizing gaze at Little Jean.
