The beautiful duchess enters dressed in a beautiful dark red dress with subtle gold trim. Behind the duchess are her sons, Henry and Osvald, both wearing tailored black and red suits.
The moment the duchess sits down, the rest of the family does so and the servants look down.
Evans looks around carefully.
"It seems that the duchess is quite domineering despite her beautiful appearance."
-Is something wrong, dear Evans?
The duchess addresses Evans, he breathes subtly and answers timidly:
-I'm fine, nothing happens. Thanks for asking.
-I heard from Henry that you made friends with a maid. It's true?
-Yes, she is my friend.
The Duchess observes Evans carefully, after a while she smiles elegantly and says:
-It is not bad to have friends, but it is better to know how to choose good friends.
"This is what they call a subtle and silent battle"
Evans realized that the Duchess was a magician in the sixth circle, so he knew that if he made a mistake his entire façade would crumble.
Minutes passed.
Attention!
The Honorable Duke Alfred Qualty!
A man 1.87 meters tall, with green eyes, black hair that was neither short nor long, white complexion, slender and athletic, wore an elegant black and red suit.
"A warrior of the seventh rank"
Everyone had risen to receive the Duke; Evans was observing him subtly.
Evans glanced subtly at the duke. Everyone sat down with a single gesture from that man with a formidable presence but a somber look.
That dark look seemed unpleasant to Evans, not because he judged the duke, but because it seemed strangely familiar.
Few comments, all trivial to simulate a family stability that did not exist.
Evans carefully cut his steak, just as the Duchess looked at Aria's maid.
"This maid must disappear, she is in my way"
Evans put a piece of meat in his mouth.
The dinner was ending, surprisingly the duke asked Evans:
-Son, have you already gotten over your mother's death?
Evans looked crestfallen and replied:
-No, father; But I still want to move forward. For her.
Evans looked at Aria and Aria hugged Evans.
-You will soon be eleven years old, if there is anything you want, tell me. -Said the Duke with an impassive tone.
-I thank you, father. -Evans responded.
A few minutes later the Duke got up, everyone got up and dinner was over.
Aria's maid took Aria in her arms and carried her away. Evans left with her maid, and thus the dining room in which that unpleasant dinner took place was left empty.
After the maid made sure Evans went to bed, she left him alone so he could rest.
A few seconds later, Evans climbed out of his bedroom window. He began to wander around the mansion until he found Aria's maid who seemed to be heading somewhere.
-"Anymore"
The maid heard a murmur, she was scared, but still asked:
-Who are you?
-You will never hurt Aria again.
Almost as if he had been melted into the shadows, Evans appeared with a murderous look eager for blood.
The maid was trembling, looking in all directions. Evans pointed to the outside window.
-Run, let's play a little. Maybe I'll get bored and let you live.
-You are not...
"Shhh"
The maid was silent by reflex, looked at the window and ran with all her strength.
-You like to scare a girl. you can do it. but not if that girl is my sister.
The maid was losing her breath, her heart was palpitating, hours before she felt safe and privileged, now everything turned into a nightmare.
Bang!
The maid fell face down on the ground. She turned around when she heard footsteps slowly approaching.
-Forgive me, I'm just a maid, I was just obeying...
-The world is not fair, woman. it never has been; and it never will be; or how can I say that?
Evans felt that those words came from the depths of his being.
-It was, it was the duchess.
-Do you think I don't know?
The maid turned pale, and when Evans' hand touched her forehead, she struggled, but could not free herself.
-We will do this slowly, but quickly, I can't use all my power yet.
A crackling orange fire erupted from the palm of Evans' hand. The maid began to scream, first it was just her skin, because Evans controlled the power of the fire very well.
Shouting! Shouting! Shouting!
The maid shook, she was terrified, but little by little her senses became dull.
The smell of burning flesh began to spread, the maid barely moved. Evans increased the firepower and killed her as he heard a group of people approaching.
About eight mansion guards arrived at the scene and found the maid's body with her face burned.
The next day, Evans was in his room reading a story book to Aria.
-Shouldn't you read it at night? -Aria asked.
-Whenever you want I will read it, just ask. -Evans responded.
In the mansion they couldn't stop commenting on what happened. An investigation led by butler Fred Derient had already been ordered. but no one suspected even the slightest bit that the murderer was someone whom the vast majority of the servants had insulted.