In the dead of night, the warmth left by the departing family lingered in the study.
But once the door was gently closed, this warmth receded like the tide, leaving only a lamp casting Louis's shadow long and slender.
He sat alone at the desk, the gentleness in his eyes gradually fading away, replaced by the calmness unique to a Lord.
That temperament was like a blade sheathed again, unseen but carrying a distinct aura.
A knock sounded at the door.
Bradley entered, holding a letter sealed with dark red fire lacquer.
The fire lacquer seal bore the tidal emblem of the Calvin Clan, the family's highest-level urgent secret letter.
"Sir, it's a personal letter from the Duke."
Louis looked up, his expression calm, devoid of any emotion fluctuation, not even displaying surprise.
Because half a month ago, the Daily Intelligence System had already updated relevant intelligence.
