None knew what the butler told their master that made his expression turn so cold that they felt goosebumps creep on the bodies. But his cold features displayed bad news. He glanced at his companions and realised it was appropriate and decided to dismiss them. Slowly one by one at the table filed out his chair and left after paying their respects to the man in a huge seat. Despite the departure of his companions, the tension lingered in the atmosphere.
He sat still like an obedient student and his elegant posture made his features glimmer under the shining light from silver bluish chandeliers that hung at the huge ceiling. A couple of minutes later, he stood up and headed to his room. Upon entering his room, he headed towards a wall where a large portrait of golden flames hung and randomly traced it.
"Creeaak!"
