Back to the official residence of Duke Klover,
"I've lost them, Your Grace. They're most likely entered the forest to escape our pursuit," the servant reported with a trembling voice.
Johann eyed him for a moment before nodding. "I see. You may go now."
The servant breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first task the new duke had given him, and he had failed.
Thankfully, the new duke didn't seem to mind too much about it.
As soon as the servant left, Johann turned his gaze to the window and stared at the darkness outside.
The current time had already been one or two hours past midnight.
Despite achieving his long-cherished goal of becoming a Duke, he felt an emptiness gnawing at him. The absence of his grandson made this position worthless.
"Did you already predict that I'm going to kill you, Percival?" Alone in his new room, Johann muttered slowly.
