Chapter 67 Tragic Ii

• At 9 o'clock in the evening, Dieu wasn't able to come home. His parents didn't wait for him in the dining hall except for Mischa and their Grandpa who just sat quietly at the long table. The Headmistress and Head Butler of the family stood behind them. Mischa was sitting on the left side of her grandfather, anxious while waiting for her brother's call. She called him several times but the young man did not answer her calls. Her hands were frosty cold and her skin slowly turned pale as the wave of nervousness struck her. She is damn worried sick for her brother. She was restless in her seat. The dark and ominous presence of his grandfather added to her worrisome. The cold atmosphere his grandfather emanate crept into her veins. Don Zagreus' dark expression is evident on his face.
• 'I fucking knew it.' Eyebrows slightly knitted, Mischa curses inside her mind. 'He's acting weird earlier and I just ignored it. Damn it. I hope nothing bad happened to him today and he can go home tonight. I don't fucking care even if I wait here for a long time as long as he gets home safely.' Mischa added, she can't help but pray for her brother.
• Two minutes later, someone knocked on the door of the dining hall. The Head Butler quickly opened it. Smiling, Mischa stood up thinking Dieu has arrived but to her dismay, it was Aslanov's Consigliere Lucian who entered and sat on the right side of his grandfather.