Novel & Cerita Regressed As The Duke

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

Ana: “Yes, just trust me.” “Well, let me start crying now, cause my father’s dead.” “Who’s gonna be duke now, your Lordship?” Kllian mocked, bowing slightly. I smirked at that, the realisation of becoming the duke in my father’s stead dawning on me. I’d do things so differently, as long as I had everyone by my side. “Shut the fuck up, idiot.” I snickered. “So, your lordship, how are we going to do this? Do we call the hospital?”

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.

He had come to like Duke, seeing him as a man of principle. “I truly believed that I could trust you. Right now, despite knowing what you’ve done, I still believe that I can trust you. That’s how much I’ve come to see you, like a son worthy of my trust. At the risk of being called a fool, considering that I met you not so long ago.” Duke could not express his disappointment enough. “I sincerely express my regret.” Dominic apologized. “I should not have kept my identity away from you.” Duke shook his head regretfully as slowly he began to pace the floor thoughtfully. “I mean, I saw the signs. You were too polished, too sound to be whom you were presenting to me.”

Kade was arching his eyebrow at him before his father was waving his hand and the stuff was flying right now. “Oh, you’re so stupid, boy. And I don’t have to listen to the Prince. I am a Duke!” “Well, not for long. Lucius has appointed me to be his new Duke. You’re dismissed father,” Kade said before Isabella’s uncle was going at Kade. He was anticipating this as Kade was waving his hand as well and all the stuff was dropped and his father was being held like Isabella. Sabel dropped to the floor before she was coming at me.

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.

Cough, be serious, be serious, I sat upright on the sofa, straightened my skirt, and looked up at the duke, who was leaning his forehead wearily against his hand and looking down at me, seemingly at a loss as to what to do. ‘Father, don't trouble yourself, I will arrange Inette's clothing, food, and shelter.’ In total, Ario should be thirteen years old now, and his clear, youthful voice still sounded quite sunny. It seems that the duke was not informed of Inette's adoption. It was once said in the novel that after the death of the duchess, the duke lost interest in everything, and he would not bother to adopt a girl as a tool of power. After a long silence, the duke sighed and gave in.

Huxley hiccuped and stood nervously, “Of course, I would get sad your grace!” Duke Raziel nodded, “Good answer. Now leave.” Huxley trembled, looking at the door, and gulped. Taking all the courage, he continued, “But the duchy is at stake, your grace. You can not delay your work anymore.” Duke Raziel inhaled deeply and gnawed in his teeth, “I am the duke. Of course, I can do what I want.” His attendant nodded, “Yes, of course, you’re right, your grace. But you have duties.”

As we ate, so many people came for lunch too and even though I was so busy with the delicious grilled meat in front of me, I could hear some people keep taling about this specific topic. The duke's son is back. They said something about the young Lord of Vanle came upout of nowhere after a hundred years leaving without saying anything. Now this made me think back about what Declan say to Adam at the cave days ago. Lord Dawnbrook, he said. "Luca, who's the Duke's name?" I whispered it. I felt Declan and Finn halted from whatever they were doing. "The Duke? Julius Dawnbrook. I heard he is still ruling this land until now." He answered me calmly.

"But I've seen you before." "Get your hands off her." "Turn around." Duke rose with his hand hovering over Kael, whose body began to shift as his bones popped and reset into human form. Duke turned his gaze toward me, a predator measuring a carcass. "Did you not hear her? Or do you need me to remove your hand for you?" Something felt off — deeper than anything I had seen in the woods — so I released her and held my hands up. "Father," I shouted, not taking my eyes off Duke. "He's a traitor. Why is he standing there?"