Nightingale, Scarlet Mansion.
After about an hour of silence, Roxana, who has calmed down, begins to tell him about her situation with her family, about how they had arranged a marriage for her, which was practically selling her off.
"What did you say...?" An irritating feeling began to grow in Lucien's heart and soon spread throughout his entire body.
"Roxana," he called her.
Roxana looked at him with a serious expression, her eyes slightly trembling. "...Just as I said," she whispered in a faint voice, "they have arranged my marriage... and there is nothing I can do."
The silence that followed was thick, almost unbreathable.
Lucien watched her without blinking. At first, he smiled, a weak, empty smile... but that curve slowly twisted into something darker.
"Heh~" A hollow laugh escaped his throat.
A heavy murderous intent began to emanate from his body, as if the very air around him was warping. The shadows vibrated, responding to his fury.
The family of his beloved...
