In one part of the city, a grand mansion stood surrounded by a vast garden. Guards and maids moved busily here and there, tending to their duties. Anyone passing by this mansion would immediately recognize its owner because of the symbol on top of it's main gate, the Duke Lucard. This mansion served as his residence whenever he or any member of the Lucard family visited the capital.
Right now, inside one of the rooms in the mansion, a man sat on a sofa dressed in casual attire. He held a glass of wine in his hand, his expression relaxed as he gazed at the crimson liquid within. Slowly swirling the glass, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the wine. However, as memories of the humiliation he endured a few days ago resurfaced, his expression became twisted.
"That bitch! I'll make sure you beg me to stop," he thought to himself.
