In a small village nestled deep in the mountains, there stood a quaint little café. The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting warm, golden light over the bustling town. Inside the café, customers chatted quietly while enjoying their meals, and the manager went about his duties with a friendly smile—completely unaware of the chaos that was about to strike.
Suddenly, the café doors slammed open with a loud bang. A 14-year-old boy stormed inside, silver hair tousled and wild, his striking purple eyes flashing with mischief. His arrogant smirk made it clear he was no ordinary child. This was Aaron La Irotina, the duke's son—and trouble personified.
Without hesitation, Aaron stomped up to the counter and slammed his small feet on the table. "OH MANAGER! BRING ME SOME BOOZE ON THE DOUBLE!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the café.
The manager's face paled. Everyone knew that no matter how unruly, Aaron was the son of the duke and had to be obeyed. "You little rascal! If I tell your father, then—"
"Then what, huh? What did you say? Speak up!" Aaron snarled, cutting off the manager before he could finish.
A few customers exchanged nervous glances. One brave gentleman whispered to another, "Kick the little tyrant out before he ruins the place."
Before anyone could object, two burly men volunteered and gently but firmly grabbed Aaron's arms to drag him out. The boy resisted with a mischievous laugh, but the peace of the café was restored—for now.
Half an hour later, a strange smell drifted through the air. Smoke. The manager rushed toward the back of the café, heart pounding, only to find the building engulfed in flames. The entire community gathered, horror-stricken, as the café burned to the ground.
Far off, through the thick smoke, a small silver-haired figure sprinted away from the inferno, laughter trailing behind him. It was Aaron—the very cause of this disaster.
"The destructive brat! He's ruined our village!" the townsfolk shouted, but the boy was already too far gone to catch.
This was the normal chaos of Aaron's life and his village… until today.
The grand doors of the duke's mansion swung open, and Aaron made his grand entrance. Dressed in a finely tailored black coat with intricate silver embroidery tracing the cuffs, a pristine white cravat neatly tied at his throat, and polished leather boots, he strutted like he owned the place.
He headed straight to his father's study, bill for the café repairs clenched in his hand. But what he found was unexpected.
Duke Rick La Irotina, a tall man with flowing purple hair that shimmered like twilight and piercing orange eyes full of fierce determination, hung upside down from a sturdy rope tied to the ceiling. Nearby, three other dukes lounged on plush sofas, watching the unusual scene with bored expressions.
Marquis Levo of Levona sneered, "You simpleton, when will you stop being stubborn and pay us what you owe? Your land is barren. Promise women and children as slaves each month, or we won't demand payment—we'll take what's rightfully ours by force."
Rick's voice was calm but unyielding. "No matter what you say, neither I nor my family will let misery befall this state of—"
Aaron interrupted with a wicked grin. "Father! I just came from burning down that dumb café again. They refused to serve me booze—uh, juice, I mean."
The room went deathly silent.
Suddenly, the duke's wife entered. Iris La Irotina commanded attention with her flowing silver hair cascading in soft waves and sharp purple eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone daring to defy her. Her crimson dress hugged her tall, regal frame perfectly.
"Alright, you fools!" she snapped, voice like a whip cracking through the tense air. "You had your fun. Now get out before I lose my temper!"
The nobles, sensing her wrath, quickly gathered their things. "We'll be back for more, Rick," Marquis Levo warned, backing toward the door.
Aaron's mother shot him a warning glance. "Aaron! We need to talk!"
But it was too late. The silver-haired troublemaker had already darted from the room, grinning wildly. Tonight, he planned to stay out and cause even more chaos.