[This is not a filler chapter! We need to explore some of Van Dijk's past to proceed with the story]
In his room, the young Van Dijk had two black and blue eyes and a bandage over his arm as he grumbled under his breath. This time he was wearing proper clothes, though nothing proper came out of his mouth.
A knock on the door echoed, then a servant of the house of Bastos came inside.
"Master Van Dijk," she said.
"What is it?" Van Dijk replied in a bored manner.
"Lady Celine wanted me to tell you something," she said.
"Speak…" Van Dijk said.
"Right, she said that she took care of that person you got that rag from. And you shouldn't worry about it anymore," the servant said.
"WHAT?! What the hell did she do?!" Van Dijk shouted. The servant had no answer for him, so he grabbed the nearest coat and placed it on him.
"Master Van Dijk, you're still grounded, your father will be angered even more…" the servant said.
