Damn right she just did.
She just called him a dog.
The crazy rich noble lady called him a dog.
'Where is her daughter heading again... the academy, is it? Hmm, well then, let's do dog duties.'
Lucien grinned—the grin was a bit forced. He wasn't one to pretend agreement with something he completely detested. But these days, he'd been learning a lot.
The first thing he was learning was how to be wicked and ruthless. After making enemies for being a good guy, he figured he might just cross over to the other side and make the whole thing worthwhile. At least he wouldn't feel bad when exerting his vengeance.
But it was a process, and the past week had been filled with thinking for Lucien. He'd been trying to figure out the best path to wickedness.
And it seemed like Lady Varlyeth was about to provide him an answer.
"Woof woof, Lady Varlyeth..."
The lady laughed and staggered back.
