"Yes, my Lord. The Baron himself."
"Are you sure you haven't mistaken someone else for him?" Ethan asked with doubt.
"How could I make such a mistake?" the servant replied quickly, shaking his head.
Ethan blinked a few times, his mind running wild.
'What the hell? Why is he here all of a sudden? Don't tell me he wants the dungeon back?'
He turned to Otlo. "Keep a close eye on the weapon. Don't let anyone touch it out of curiosity." His tone grew sharp. "If anyone tries to play with it before I do, I'll skin them alive."
Otlo nodded stiffly. Ethan gave a snort and walked out of the forge.
...…
Back at the estate, Baron Fenwick sat waiting at the long wooden sofa. His fingers tapped lightly against its surface as his eyes rested on the woman before him. Sophia sat gracefully, her soft expression carrying a quiet strength.
Unlike before, she no longer looked naive or fragile. There was a mature calmness about her, a trace of dignity in her posture.
