Behind Raoul Josef, a robust man followed closely. His face was hidden behind a mask, and a wide robe covered both his hair and build, making his identity indiscernible.

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Raoul limped toward Marquis Branford, pausing momentarily to look up at him before bowing slowly.

“It’s been a while, Marquis Branford.”

“What brings you here, Viscount Josef?” Marquis Branford replied indifferently. Raoul grinned as he straightened up.

“I heard you’ve taken in a young lion cub. I thought I’d come to see him myself.”

“The ducal house has no reason to be interested,” Branford responded, narrowing his eyes in …