"Hmm?" Lugte paused his lamenting and looked at him. "There were quite a few. Collins the butler, my mother, my third brother, and several Maids..."
"Maids, too?"
"Yes... I was manipulated, and with them... I... I did *that* with all of them..."
Wei'en: "..."
'Are you sure that's even possible?'
'Can Magic really control such minute details??'
"Disgrace! You are a disgrace to our Ceres Clan! Damn it, how dare they humiliate us like this! I will have them sunk to the bottom of the sea, I swear it!"
At this, Sayam's furious roar became incredibly piercing, and he slammed his fists down—BANG! BANG!—on Lugte's... corpse.
Lugte watched him, his face etched with sorrow. "Father..."
"Collins, go find Gengrich. I don't care what he's doing. Bring him to me now! Immediately!"
"Yes, Sir."
Hearing the sound of Collins's hasty footsteps departing outside, Wei'en glanced at the notification on his panel.
