[Vyavan Dukedom.]
[Main Castle.]
The halls of Vyavan Castle were quiet, as always.
The air was thick with the scent of sorrow that everyone could feel.
The afternoon light spilled from the windows as a boy walked inside the hallway.
His long wheat-blonde hair tied neatly, his eyes on the steward who he was following.
Veres.
Akamir remembered him from the time when he used to stay in the place.
He was the one who looked over all the maids and butlers in the place.
"How is Duke Darvin doing?" Akamir asked, still behind him.
"…He is… weak, young master." Veres replied, his voice low. "It's been five days since he has barely eaten anything."
Akamir frowned. "Was the poison messing with his appetite?"
Veres glanced back at him with his old face.
"The poison is only affecting his core, young master." He replied with a pained face. "Lord Darvin isn't eating because of depression."
"…I see."
Akamir had an inkling that it might be the reason.
