Nuna would, for the moment, continue her duties, but would be given proper status as a wife in the future.
After Kyle's union with Jasmine was confirmed.
Kyle's actions had put her on the verge of tears. He did not have to, yet he did. That much showed how he cared for her.
And regarding the matter with Jasmine, Kyle did not even consider failure on his part. He felt very confident and assured of his success, oddly enough.
His newfound strength was getting to him. But well, he also knew the future, so he was not very concerned about Jasmine's well-being.
From the way she was described in the novel, it did not look like she went through anything rough before eventually entering the academy.
Maybe Noah Von Gaussian was just a buzzing fly with no actual weight in the plot after all.
But Kyle, careful as he was, was not taking any risks. He could never be too sure. Because it was not like the novel stated everything that happened to the major characters.
And his being here was bound to change the timeline. He was very sure that in the original timeline, Kyle Ravenshade was supposed to die.
And considering he was alive and well this time around, who knew how those affected might react?
Back to the present.
"You called for me, Kyle?" Nuna spoke, silently taking note of his plain appearance.
'Looks like he's up to something.'
"Ah, yes, we are going out on a date." He smiled as he approached her small frame.
Kyle grabbed her ass cheeks as usual and took her lips in a short kiss, separating quickly. He did not trust himself to keep his little brother to himself if they lingered.
They had stuff to do.
They had gotten into the habit of sleeping together and doing it whenever an opportunity presented itself.
Nuna had gotten used to Kyle's sudden advances. In fact, it was odd how he pulled back so quickly, even though his hands were still clutching her butt.
She had found out an interesting fact about Kyle lately.
Kyle was a pervet.
Every chance he got, he would kiss her, grope her ass and breast, or slip a hand into her clothes.
She loved it.
"A date?" She asked. She knew exactly what he meant. 'But why so suddenly?'
"Yes, we are going into the city, just you and me. So go and get ready, meet me at the back exit." Kyle said, not explaining any further.
"Did your father agree to this? Letting you out into the city?"
"Yes, and that is why you are coming with me, my beautiful escort." He emphasized the last part, squeezing her ass tighter.
Nuna shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to moan.
"O...Okay. I should get going then." She squirmed, trying to get out of his grip.
Smooch...
Kyle gave her another peck on the lips and then let her go. He watched her ass jiggle through the dress as she exited his room.
"Damn, she's hot." Kyle was grinning.
...
In the corridors, things were busy. The scene hummed with energy and purpose.
Servants hurry this way and that: some carrying long lengths of silken drapery in deep jewel tones, others, baskets brimming with blossoms, roses, lilies, and sprigs of fresh greenery, to weave into archways and window frames.
A pair of men, stepping carefully, lean a sweeping ladder against the mansion's stone façade, where they fasten strings of lanterns that will glow like fireflies when dusk falls.
Tall candelabras are polished until they catch every flicker of light. Others arrange crystal goblets in perfect rows, their cuts glistening like waterfalls.
Near the staircase leading into the meeting hall, more careful detail work is underway.
A meticulous steward adjusts an enormous, garland-wrapped mirror to face the rose-wreathed entry, and young maids unfurl velvet banners along the banisters.
Their soft hush is occasionally punctuated by the low murmur of Sebastian, who was in charge, offering directions—"A little higher, mind the tassels"—or the jingling laughter of younger maids as they dance between tasks, caught up in the excitement of what's to come.
Outside, in the gardens, the carriage arrival area is being perfected. Ribbons of silk stream from wrought-iron posts, and lanterns are perched on pedestals, their glass panes catching the sunlight.
Gardeners edge flowerbeds with fresh-cut hedges and scatter petals along cobblestone paths, ensuring each step leading to the grand entrance is carpeted in color.
All around, there's a sense of choreography: each servant in their appointed role, working in harmony to orchestrate the setting for a spectacular evening.
As Nuna strolled down the busy manor, a conversation caught her attention.
Over to the side, a duo of maids were dusting the expensive pieces of furniture when Nuna overheard their conversation.
"...and did you see how he looked at that barmaid? I swear, if he cheats on Asha, I'll..."
Nothing important, until...
"I wonder why the Lord is throwing such a grand celebration for a crippled heir. Surely his efforts are better spent elsewhere."
Nuna froze, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the woman's words. Anger simmered within her, rising like a tidal wave ready to crash upon the shore.
Suddenly, a palpable aura emanated from her, a wave of pure, unadulterated killing intent.
It washed over the two women, causing them to shriek in terror as they collapsed onto the ground.
A hush fell over the courtyard. Conversations died mid-sentence, laughter abruptly ceased, and every eye turned towards Nuna and the two trembling maids.
"Heeekkkk!!!" The maids screeched from the sudden wave targeted at them, as they looked over, noticing Nuna staring at them with a deathly glare.
Their bodies trembled, shivering in fear as Nuna's power threatened to crush their very souls.
A puddle of yellow liquid formed slowly beneath each of them, growing each second as they pissed themselves.
Nuna, taking that as them having learnt their lesson, snorted derisively, withdrawing her murderous intent almost as quickly as she had unleashed it.
She watched dispassionately as the two women quaked and whimpered pathetically on the ground, their faces streaked with tears and clothes covered in urine.
"Clean that up." She said simply as she walked away, leaving the two maids nodding hysterically.
That was when she noticed the silence and the reactions on everyone's faces; her steps paused as she took it all in.
Their faces contorted in expressions of stunned shock. Some gasped audibly, hands put to their mouths to stifle the sound.
Without wasting a second longer, Nuna began to walk again. Her face and steps were eerily calm.
The workers stared blankly, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
They instinctively understood that any attempt to intervene would invite swift and brutal retribution.
So, they remained silent, paralyzed by fear, their gazes fixed on Nuna as she calmly walked away, leaving behind a scene of utter chaos and mortification.
'I overdid it.' She realised, walking away towards her quarters, 'But they deserved it.'
She was past the point of feeling pity for someone who badmouthed Kyle like that. She did not know it, but her obsession with Kyle was growing stronger.
And that is how it began, the legend of an obsessive little maid.