Chapter 676 –
Lux sipped his coffee.
One hand on the steaming mug, the other lazily braced against the counter, his hips cocked in that perfectly unbothered CFO posture while behind him, the world devolved into magical slapstick. Puppet servants, finally freed from Lullaby's sleep spell, jerked violently to life. One smashed a tray. Another bumped into a pillar and apologized to it. A third sprinted into the kitchen holding a mop like a weapon, eyes wide with mechanical dread.
The coffee was perfect.
Deep. Dark. With the faint aftertaste of roasted sin and smoky cinnamon. A morning miracle brewed with demonic precision.
Lux hummed. "Worth it."
That was when Lyra stormed into the kitchen with all the panic of someone who just realized the house had been asleep for hours on the clock. Her long black skirt fluttered around her like storm clouds. Her heels clicked with terrifying rhythm.
She froze mid-step.
"...My lord?" she whispered, scandalized.
