Days later…
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The door to Cedric's room creaked open, and Arthur, his butler, walked in carrying a tray with two bottles of alcohol and a glass.
The moment the man stepped into the room, the sharp tang of alcohol stung his nose, though he didn't pay it any mind.
It was currently daytime, but since the curtains were drawn tightly shut and no candles were lit, the room was swallowed by gloom. However, that didn't stop Arthur from seeing the numerous empty bottles scattered across the floor.
Of course, Arthur could tell on his own that Cedric did not want anyone disturbing him, so he had instructed the maid in charge of cleaning to stay away from the young lord's bedchamber.
Ignoring the mess, he walked to the center of the room. Lying there on the ground, with his arms splayed wide and his glassy eyes staring at nothing in particular, was Cedric.
