After the sudden assault, everything seemed different to Nikolai, who walked through the hurried atmosphere. The pale faces and slight tremble in the hands of the non-combat staff sent warning bells through his mind.
"Ensure you bury him with the Volkov Kinsmen," Nikolai asked the butler. "Though he has sinned, that cannot destroy all his hard work over the several years he served my grandfather."
The butler lowered his head.
This revealed his tightly clenched hands behind his back, clearly showing he was one of the older staff who knew Alaric in his earlier days.
"Understood, Patriarch, and thank you."
'I see...'
There were still things he needed to consider seeing this. Many of the people in the mansion had served their clan for generations, and a simple act of grace could make all the difference to their emotions.
"You may go."
Nikolai waved the butler away with a faint smile.
