LUCIA

Chapter 30 Damian

Young master, I am Ashin, the administrative secretary. Do you remember me?"

Damian briefly looked up and down at Ashin then he gave him a stiff nod and entering the carriage. His coldness was not inferior to his father's.

'This is why they say you can't feign blood...'

Perhaps the Duke was just like this when he was a child. With his black hair and red eyes, Damian was a miniature Taran Duke. There was probably no need to use the royal family's magical treasure to determine his ancestry.

No one would be able to say that the little lord was not of the Taran Duke's blood.

'Whew...this is just my fate.'

He hated long-distance trips. He would be extremely satisfied if all he had to do was routinely go back and forth between Roam and the house. He couldn't help but sigh when he thought about having to sit next to that dreary little kid for a long time.

"I see you have been well in the meantime. You have grown a lot, I almost didn't recognize you."

Ashim spoke amiably in a bland effort to elevate the mood. It wasn't something he usually did but he didn't want to be taken as a thug and Ashin found that the little Taran duke, who looked exactly like the Duke of Taran, the man whom he knew as the scariest man in the world, was extremely prickly.

Plus, it was the truth that he almost didn't recognize him.

'Whew...what eight year old looks like this? He looks like he could be three to four years older. My nephew is ten years old but even he is smaller than our little lord.'

Even when the little lord was six years old, he had a burly physique so there were already signs of it back then.

Just like how a fox and a tiger were of different sizes.

'If he keeps growing like this, won't he end up with a huge frame? Totally different from what's on paper.'

"...What is it?"

"Huh?"

Ashin felt pleased with himself when the young lord finally opened his mouth.

"You know, with your rank, you didn't have to pick me up personally."

"Ha...ha-ha."

Right. Someone of his status usually didn't have to. Although, Ashin didn't think that these words were something that should come out from an eight year old's mouth.

'Let's put aside the fact that he remembers me... he remembers my rank?'

The Taran Duke's bloodline must have something different in it. When Ashin thought of it this way, he felt that it was unfair and at the same time, he could also understand.

Even the present Duke of Taran was like that. He was a knight and also one of the best yet his brain was excellent.

'The world is originally unfair.'

Ashin came to this realization the day his childish innocence was broken.

"It was the order of His Grace the Duke." (Ashin)

Damian's eyes grew a little bigger.

'Why?'

His expression seemed to be asking.

"I believe Young Master has already heard the news. The Duke of Taran now has a Lady of the House."

Damian nodded his head. He usually received news about the Ducal House in a relatively detailed manner.