บททั้งหมดของ Raising My Enemy's Disciple: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter TenBlood, sweat and tears are the foundation of perfection.As the morning sun stretched across the sky, casting a golden hue over the D’Aurelle Estate, the atmosphere was rife with anticipation. The servants bustled about, performing last-minute tasks in preparation for the Count's arrival. Dust was swept away, polished silver gleamed, and fragrant flowers were artfully arranged to display the estate's hospitality. The air was thick with both excitement and anxiety.Some were delighted at Counts’ arrival and some were not.Kael, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing at the estate, took a comfortable seat at the cabin's worn wooden table, enjoying the calming presence of Alterna and Elena. The bitter taste of matcha tea was forgotten, replaced by the creamy sweetness of milk filling his cup. He savored his breakfast porridge, cautiously embracing its warmth, while glancing at Elena who seemed to be in deep thought. "Is the porridge good?" Elena asked, noticing Kael's cont

Chapter Twelve.Mother knows bestElena stood in the quaint shop, the soft fabrics in her hands now feeling heavy as the weight of history hung over her.“Madam?” Elena blinked as she came back to her senses after being called by the shopkeeper.“Are you alright? You seemed lost in thought there for a moment,” the shopkeeper asked, her voice tinged with concern. She took a step closer, her brows furrowing slightly. She has been calling her for the third time before this traveler responded, she seems to be at a loss.Elena forced a smile, shaking her head to clear the memories that flooded her mind. “Yes, I’m fine. Just… reminiscing. It’s been a while since I stepped into a place like this.” She gestured around the shop filled with vibrant fabrics and cheerful buttons. “It’s quite lovely.”The shopkeeper relaxed, her smile returning. “Thank you! I try my best to keep it welcoming. So, what do you think? Is the tunic and trousers suitable for your boy?”Elena glanced back at the clothin

Chapter FourteenIt is dangerous to ignore the existence of the irrational“Lucien!?” Alfred shouted in surprise when he saw Lucien with his Nighthawks. He was baffled and confused, as he knew that the Count wouldn’t be back for the next two weeks.Thorne, who was behind Lucien, glared at the butler. Ever since before, he didn’t like this butler. Even after Lucien became the Count he could not sense any loyalty nor respect he had for their Captain, which really infuriated him.“It’s Count for you,” Thorne could not help but spite and correct him.Alfred cleared his throat, “ahem, I apologize Count. I was momentarily surprised.” he was now wiping the invisible sweat in his forehead.But Lucien didn’t bother to look at him but instead scan his eyes around, looking for someone. Yet all he could see was the maids and servants, he didn’t even bother to think where the knights were, that were supposed to be in here at this moment knowing there’s a commotion.“Where is Kael?” he asked, voic

Chapter Sixteen.Lack of money is the root of all evil.“You’re back.” Alterna greeted in a plain voice when she saw Elena emerging from the forest, the sunlight peeking through the trees highlighting the black hood on her head.Elena smiles at her, seemingly pleased. “Yeah, I got the things we need.” she replied, tapping her brown messenger bag and the woven basket she carried in her other hand, the rhythmic jingle of gathered fruits and spices softly echoing in the air.Then she looks around, seemingly looking for someone when she notices that only Alterna is sitting on a makeshift wooden bench in the backyard, sitting quietly with a book in her hand, seemingly uninterested in the world.“Where’s the little fawn?” she asked as she could not see the trace of the child. The whole backyard was seemingly quiet except for the bustling of the tree leaves, dancing in the breeze.Alterna remained absorbed in her book, not once glancing up from the pages she was immersed in. Instead, with a s

Chapter EighteenFate favours the boldTomorrow came shortly and Kael woke early as instructed by Elena, he doesn’t know why but it was a relief that there would be no training for today.He fixed his bed and went down, as he descended the stairs he could only smell the aroma of food.As he reached the bottom step near the doorframe, the sight before him filled him with warmth. The kitchen was bustling with activity—Alterna was at the stove, stirring a pot of something savory that bubbled and hissed. The scent of garlic and spices wafted through the air, clinging to the walls like a welcoming embrace. Kael's stomach growled in response, a symphony of hunger echoing through the cozy kitchen.His eyes shifted to the left, where he spotted Elena seated at the head of the table, with a book on her left hand as she enjoyed her green tea in serene tranquility. Sensing his presence, Elena’s gaze landed on him. “You're up early, little fawn.” she spoke as a calm smile appeared on her lip and