Dennis strode to his office with an elegant gait, with only one main subject on his mind. He opened the office door, in time to witness Cornelia tidying up his desk. "Good morning, My lord." She greeted, as she bowed respectfully. "Good morning." Dennis said, as he strode in. "You are earlier than usual today My lord, is anything the problem?" She asked, her eyes shimmering. Dennis glanced at her. "No, it is nothing. I do have a right to wake up as early as I please, afterall." Dennis said, as he sat on the chair which Cornelia had drawn out for him. "Don't misunderstand me, My lord, I am just advising you to be mindful of your health." Cornelia explained, as she took her position behind him. "Get me file 202." Dennis said, ignoring her. Cornelia walked towards the cabinet, and placed the file on the table before returning her initial position. "Did you do what I assigned you to do?" Dennis asked, as he flipped through the file, while muttering to himself. "Yes, of course. May I begin my report?" She asked, as she shot him an inquiring gaze. "You already know what it is that you need to do, so stop delaying the whole affair ." Dennis said, as he gazed at her irritatedly. "Well, my lord, as it so turns out, Lady Beatrice went to a physician." She began carefully, not wanting to anger him any further. "A physician? What for? I thought she was already feeling better?" He asked, as his hands worked mechanically, shuffling between various files and documents. "Well, she was a little sick, and for a good cause, too. She is carrying the child of my lord within her afterall." Cornelia said, but got startled by the sound one of the files made, when it slammed into the desk. Apparently, that file had slipped out of Dennis's hands, who was currently pre-occupied with staring at Cornelia in shock. "You said what?" Dennis, sufficiently stunned out of his wits, inquired. "You do realise the consequences if the information you are divulging turns out to be untrue?" He added, his voice turning grave. "I would dare not lie to my Lord and Master." Cornelia over emphasized, with the glib tongue she had. "If this information turns out to be false, my lord might punish me however he deems fit. He can.." "That is enough." Dennis interrupted, as he recovered from his initial shock, his brow twitching. "What is.. the name of this physician?" He asked. "Anna Vorismack." Cornelia recited out the full name. Dennis's eyes widened in surprise. "Anna, huh.." He said silently. "I heard that she was the the physician that mostly tended to the little master?" She asked, naturally referring to Morris. "You heard perfectly alright." Dennis said. "My lord shouldn't get angry-but aren't you elated about the fact that you are getting an heir? And so quick too-other aristocratic homes will have to wait for years." She rapidly said. "Elated?" Dennis asked, with a mocking gaze, while Cornelia caught her breath. "Elated? For a child I never planned to have?" He added, a mocking gaze in his eyes, before sighing. "I guess I got too carried away." He said. "So, what now?" Cornelia asked. "What now? What can I possibly do? Kill the child? I would rather not- that will make me no less despicable than him." Dennis said. "But why did lady Beatrice not inform you?" She asked. "Isn't that obvious? She is afraid of me." Dennis said. "And that is the reason she hid the fact that she conceived-she already knows what I am capable of." He added. "That aside, I hope you didn't create much of a ruckus while uncovering the truth." Dennis said, turning to Cornelia. "I won't say I didn't go overboard, but I did do something." She said, with a queer gaze. "And you got her to agree to our terms?" He asked, of which Cornelia nodded. "I will compensate you, but let me see how much of a clean job you did." He said. "But my lord.." Cornelia said, about to complain. "Just be quiet. I did say I will compensate you, didn't I?" He inquired, while Cornelia gazed at her feet. "Yes, my lord." "This means that Sylvester is very much aware." Dennis concluded, after pondering for a while. "Very interesting, I will love to see how the both of them will continue this Child's play." He added, a malevolent glinter in his eyes.
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The blade of a sword gleamed brightly on the sunlight, and a young man with dark hair was busy sparing with an adult that had a far more developed body build than him. "You are getting good." The adult praised, as he effortlessly dodged the blade of his opponent's sword. "If I really am, I highly doubt If you will be able to dodge my attacks so easily." Sylvester said, with a slight grin on his face. "It's still a given." The larger man with curly brown hair replied. For an interval, both sides ceased to speak, allowing their blades to do the talking for them. And for that short amount of time, there was only the musical chime of metal striking metal, sparks nearly flying, showing the intensity of the fight. The older man was going all offensive, forcing Sylvester to be at the defensive. Sylvester, who was fatigued at some point, finally ended up having a slight cut to the face. "I concede." He said, placing both hands up in the air. There was an applause, and not too far away from them, Beatrice and Katrina were spectating. "A brilliant display of swordmanship, young master." Katrina praised, while Beatrice nodded her head. "I couldn't agree more." Sylvester wiped the sweat off his face, while both women proceeded to approach him. "My lady." The man bowed, as soon as he saw Beatrice. Beatrice recognized him, he was the one that had the urge to strike down the civilian who had been impudent at Anna's place. "How long have you been standing for?" Sylvester asked Beatrice, ushering her to a nearby bench. "Not too long." She said, with a smile, while throwing side glances at the man. "Oh, I see you recognized him" Sylvester said, when he realized who she kept glancing at. "Yes, he accompanied us the day before." Beatrice affirmed. "He is my personal knight, and tutor." He said before quickly adding. "Don't worry, he is trustworthy." "Gozek Weinthad, at your service." The man took the initiative to introduce himself first. "It is an honor to be in the presence of my lady." He added. "The honor Is mine." Beatrice replied, a soft smile on her lips.
"So, why did you come out today?" Sylvester asked, as he sat by her side. "Just came for a morning stroll, it makes me feel like a prisoner to be constantly locked up." Beatrice said. "So how do you feel now?" "Much better now. You should also thank Katrine over here, if not for her I know I would have missed a few doses." Beatrice said, much to the delight of the latter. "I will keep that in mind, she deserves to be rewarded." Sylvester admitted. "Anyway that civilian that we saw at The physician's place, why did you do what you did?" Beatrice asked. "What did I do?" Sylvester dreamily asked. "Don't play dumb, I saw you giving him a sack of coins." Beatrice said glaring at him. "It's not wrong to save a man and his family from eventual demise, you know. At least, that sum can take a family of four for three weeks." Sylvester said. "Then that is quite the hefty sum that you gave to him, Young master." Katrina said. "But does he really deserve it?" Gozek quipped in. "Honestly, I really felt the urge to strike him.." "So you should be thanking me for stopping you." Sylvester said. "Remember this, your status is not much different from his, you were only fortunate enough to get a high paying job, by a family of aristocrats. I don't see any reason why you should see yourselves superior to him." Sylv lectured. "And we cut the line, using our influence and status to barge through. It wasn't fair to him though, so those coins were a form of compensation." He further stressed. "And I don't want to be counted among those who constitute the strong preying on the weak, I would rather help them."He concluded. "You are a good person, Sylv." Beatrice said. "I..." She was about to speak, but a maid ran out and hurriedly whispered into her ears. "Really?" Beatrice asked, delighted. "What's up?" Sylvester inquired. "My mom is here. And on such notice as well!" She said springing up from the bench. "You go ahead, I will join you soon." Sylvester said. "Okay." Beatrice, who was already departing said, while being In the middle of running and walking. "My lady, be careful!" Katrina called out, trying to catch up. "Gozek." Sylvester called. "Yes, my lord?" "I want you to find that civilian, he should be here first thing tomorrow." He said. Gozek felt a headache coming. "Don't tell me.." Sylvester just smiled at him. "You already know what to do."