While the Vermont house was preparing for the worst, in the Thornehart household, Lucen had just finished recounting the events to his father.
"So what do you plan to do?" Vardon asked his son.
"I don't plan to do anything. It's like you said, Father. They are simply fools dancing around."
When Vardon heard Lucen's answer, his lips curled slightly upward. On the other hand, Lucen felt his skin crawl a little.
'Damn, I'm speaking so casually like this now? I get that's how these people talk, and even I used to talk like this, but... Talking like this with my memories always feels weird.'
"So you won't retaliate?"
"There's no need to retaliate. I'm pretty sure right about now they're panicking, trying to think of a solution on how to appease me. That guy Reginald might be a clown, but his father, Count Vermont, is a fox. He would most likely torture himself thinking of what I might or might not do."
Lucen shrugged, as if the whole matter was beneath his concern.
