Capítulo 5: Lady Genevieve
In the dining hall of the baron's residence.
Cyrus approaches the dining table guided by Dorthy.
As he arrives, he notices a woman preparing dishes, placing meat on specific plates.
"Good afternoon, Sir. I'm Baroness Lady Genevieve Nodara. It's truly an honor to have you here. Please, have a seat and make yourself at home."
She gestures towards a chair typically reserved for the head of the household, indicating the level of respect she accords to Cyrus as a distinguished guest from the imperial capital.
"The pleasure is mine, Lady Genevieve. You are as beautiful as the rumors suggest."
After a moment, Cyrus takes his place on the golden chair, where an array of delicacies awaits him.
As Cyrus settles into his seat, he can't help but appreciate the delicious food laid out in front of him.
The smell of roasted meats and freshly baked pies fills the air, making his mouth water.
In the tower of Raven, though they're wealthy, the mindset is all about adventure.
His master always says that as long as you have air to breathe and water to drink, that's all you need, because of it He can't even imagine asking for such luxuries, especially since everyone there seems a bit strangely obsessed with simplicity of life.
Another reason why he wants to be a noble.
Now he can't deny the courtesy shown to him, and of course not the Voluptuous Companion either.
Lady Genevieve watches him closely, a slight smile on her lips.
"Please, help yourself to whatever you like, Sir wizard," Lady Genevieve says warmly.
"How many years has it been since your marriage, lady?"
"Huh?"
"I am just curious... you're so gorgeous for a mother of a child; seriously, even in the capital, there aren't many who can compare to you."
"It's been four years, Sir Wizard."
"Call me Cyrus."
"W-what...that... how can I... you are an honorable guest of our house-"
"I don't mind ? Now that I think about it, where is Baron? Haven't seen him since morning."
"Sir Wizard, he is resting in—"
"Call me Cyrus, Lady Genevieve."
"Both of us don't look as old as Baron. It would be embarrassing for me if you do these unnecessary formalities."
"If that's what you want... why are you not eating pie, Cyrus? Are they not tasty?"
At first, Genevieve was a little reluctant, but not wanting to make her guest uncomfortable, she decides to call him by his name - Cyrus.
It's not like what she had heard from her servants, this guy doesn't look scary and doesn't seem like someone who could pose a threat to anyone. But again, looks can be deceiving sometimes, which is why she remains vigilant.
But....
The warm smile of this young man is truly harmless and pure. It's healing something inside her, something that he didn't even break. It's just so pleasant to talk with him, perhaps because she has no one else to talk to, or perhaps because of the intentional neglect of those around her.
For some reason, she doesn't want to end this conversation.
There's a comfort in his presence, a sense of understanding that she hasn't felt in a long time. .
'It must be my husband's fault... He must have crossed the line first. Sir Cyrus just warned him a little, that's right... Now what should I do.'
She thinks.
As she takes a closer look, she notices that his green eyes seem to be the kindest she has ever seen.
There is no contempt in those eyes.
No disgust.
No rudeness.
No hatred.
This is an entirely new experience, a feeling that Genevieve has never encountered before.
Moreover, his blond hair is rare; only the royal family has such distinct features in this world, making him look like a prince in her eyes.
'No... What are you even thinking, Genevieve? He's just a guest... Maybe a little friendly one...'
She reminds herself, trying to dismiss any stray thoughts that may have crossed her mind.
What she doesn't know is that Cyrus has been ogling her curves nonstop since he arrived.
Genevieve Nodara has skin as smooth as milk, hair like silver threads, and eyes as blue as the sky. She also possesses a maternal charm that's hard to resist, especially for someone like Cyrus who has had little to no contact with women.
Right now, she's wearing a loose, low-cut floral blue gown that can barely contain her chest.
Those voluptuous H-cup breasts of hers are practically bursting out, jiggling with every move she makes. Because of this, Cyrus finds himself eating more just so he can watch them bounce.
As he looks at her, Cyrus is itching to sink his teeth into that neckline of hers and leave a love bite. His dick has twitched a few times already, making it hard for him to sit still.
'Cyrus, you're not some creep; you like her for who she is, her soul, her heart... maybe even her body... but... your main goal is to win her heart...you damn perv,'
Cyrus scolded himself quietly, struggling to keep his impulses in check.
Reluctantly, he managed to force a smile as comforting as the sun after the coldest winter night.
Suddenly, Genevieve bows her head while requesting,
"Sir wizard, I apologize to you on behalf of my husband, for the discomfort and shameful behavior my husband has displayed, but I assure you he isn't normally like this. He is kind and considerate. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive our lack of courtesy."
Even though she bows in a way that lets Cyrus see her clearly, his lustful desire fades away, and he feels angry for reasons he can't explain.
Maybe it's because she referred to Baron as 'my husband,' which makes Cyrus uncomfortable.
Or maybe because he realized this woman doesn't hate her husband; rather, she is a hopeless kitten who has already accepted her fate..
"You really think so?"
"Yes, it must be because of the trouble he is facing in the territory and the problem regarding the portal can also be a factor."
"Then what about those marks on your body? Do you think they can be healed just because of potions?"
"Huh? That, Cyrus... it's—"
"Forget it, I've lost my appetite."
"But you haven't finished the food yet."
"I'm not hungry anymore, but Lady Genevieve, you're a kind woman. Please don't devalue yourself too much to the point where people will take you for granted."
Cyrus stands up from the chair and soon disappears towards the exit.
"Was it that obvious, Cyrus?"
She clutches near her chest area where she was whipped by Robert yesterday, but the physical pain is nothing compared to the painful expression the blond man has given her just now.
For unknown reasons, she feels a strange pain in her heart.
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After his conversation with Lady Genevieve takes a sour turn, Cyrus heads back to his room.
Along the way, he comes across an old man near the baron's study room.
The man sports a grey coat, his hair as white as snow, and his skin showing signs of age.
But even then, he stands tall with a straight posture.
"Good afternoon, sir wizard."
"And who might you be?"
"I'm Darce Coventry, my lord. I'm the humble caretaker of the villa for my lord."
"Oh, a butler."
"Yes, sir wizard."
"How many years have you been in service? I couldn't help but notice your tired appearance."
"I've been here since the former lord was a youngster."
"Does that mean the baron trusts you completely?"
It's a delicate question to ask about someone else's lord. If someone else had asked, Darce would have scolded them.
But seeing the young wizard's pure smile, Darce doesn't think it would be troublesome, so he happily replies.
"Although I don't boast much, I've nurtured Robert since he was a child. After his mother passed, I even changed his diapers. Though I respect my lord, to me, he's like my own kid."
"Perfect... now follow me."
"Pardon?"
At that moment, Cyrus's eyes begin to slowly turn purple.
Meanwhile, the old man loses all emotions, appearing as if he's become a puppet, with his eyes turning pitch-black, as though he's been possessed by a devil.
Silently, the old man follows Cyrus without question.
As for Cyrus, the smile on his face has long since faded, replaced by a visible contempt.
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