Chapter 247
In the hospital parking lot, tension hung thick in the air.
“What the fuck is going on?” The purple-haired man turned his head in every direction, his pulse racing.
Everyone every single agent, soldier, and officer was on one knee, heads lowered in submission towards the butler.
He swallowed hard, confusion swirling in his mind. Is it that card? The Black Order or something? His gaze flickered toward the General. Even the Marshal was kneeling.
That’s scary… He felt a chill crawl up his spine before instinctively following suit, dropping to one knee without a second thought. He wasn’t about to be the odd one out in whatever was happening here.
“Hey, woman, you should do this too… or maybe we’ll get in trouble,” he whispered urgently to Meleonora, who still stood frozen, struggling to process what was happening around her. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire
“Ah, yes! Yes!” She hurriedly lowered herself, mirroring the others, her movements stiff with hesitation.
Now, everyone was in this posture everyone except Lucian and the butler.
The leader of GIA was sweating buckets.
The others might not know, but he did. That’s a fucking Black Order card.
And not just any a White-Level card.
It was the lowest of the four ranks, but even so, it held unimaginable power.
From what he knew, Black Order cards came in four levels: White, Silver, Gold, and the final, most untouchable rank Black.
Even at White Level, a cardholder could demand a meeting with a world leader without an appointment.
If a White-Level member merely mentioned wanting ice cream in the White House, it could probably happen.
And the higher levels? Silver, Gold, and Black? Those were beyond his comprehension.
The Black Level supposedly belonged only to the creator of the Black Order. A person no one had ever seen.
It was the world’s most secretive and most powerful hidden force.
The Black Order was said to be composed of seven elite families. Families so secret, so powerful, that their very names made people step back in silent fear and respect.
And Malvic… was one of those families.
Just the mere mention of these families was enough to shake the foundation of world powers.
The butler turned his cold, calculating gaze toward the leader of GIA.
“You are the leader of this GIA unit?”
The leader’s throat went dry. He quickly lowered his head further.
“Yes, sir,” he answered without hesitation, voice tight with tension. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. They won’t kill us, right?
It was all a misunderstanding.
If he had known this man had ties to the Black Order, he wouldn’t have dared to point a gun at him, let alone block his way.
“I-I sincerely apologize for any offense we have caused,” the GIA leader stammered. “I will immediately inform the head of GIA and withdraw my officers. As for Lucian Kane… we will no longer interfere in his case. It was all a misunderstanding.”
Meleonora and the purple-haired man gasped silently at this reaction.
Didn’t the General say GIA works under the World Council? The highest governing power?
And yet… a mere butler was enough to make them retreat?
What exactly was happening? Who was this butler?
Her mind spun with confusion.
Let’s say Malvic is a big family… but why would a butler, someone who even made the General kneel, bow to Lucian Kane?
What is Lucian’s relationship with all this?
Even the Kane family didn’t hold this kind of influence.
Wasn’t Lucian Kane a joke? A so-called failed Romeo and dog-licker in high society?
Meleonora couldn’t wrap her head around it.
The butler straightened his posture, tucking the card back into his coat pocket with precision.
“Good.” His voice held satisfaction.
Saying he turned back to lcuian
“The matter is settled sir. Allow me to escort you to the Malvic Patriarch. He has personally requested to assist you regarding the World Council’s decisions. Moreover, the Patriarch wishes to have a conversation with you he finds you… interesting.”
The butler lowered his head in a respectful bow.
Lucian remained indifferent, hands still resting in his pockets.
“I see,” he mused. “But we can’t go just yet. I’m busy. Have him wait an hour or so.”
The air stiffened.
The butler faltered, momentarily taken aback by Lucian’s casual rejection.
“Sir,” the butler’s voice deepened slightly, “the Patriarch has given an order. It cannot be”
“I said, I have something important to do first.” Lucian’s gaze flicked toward the butler, eyes sharp, voice leaving no room for negotiation.
A silent standoff.
The butler’s monocle gleamed under the fading sunlight. He narrowed his eyes.
“…Let him wait,” Lucian said smoothly before turning his back on the butler, striding toward the General and the others.
Ignoring him completely.
The GIA leader, still kneeling, nearly fainted on the spot. Is this kid insane?!
The Patriarch of Malvic had called for him… and he rejected it?
What audacity…
The butler remained still, his gaze fixed on Lucian’s back as the young man walked away without a care. His gloved hands tightened behind him, but his expression betrayed nothing.
“Did this insolent boy just…” His thoughts halted, disbelief washing over him. “Did this boy just… say that the Patriarch could wait?”
A vein pulsed in his temple, but he inhaled deeply, reigning in the cold fury rising within him. Any other person no, any other force in the world wouldn’t dare utter such words. Not to him. Not to the Malvic Patriarch.
His fingers twitched slightly. If it were anyone else… He closed his eyes for a moment. I would have already torn them apart.
But
He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes.
There was only one reason he hadn’t already ended this insolent brat.
The Patriarch himself had personally ordered him to bring Lucian Kane back.
Perhaps… this boy was someone important.
Or worse someone far beyond his understanding.
For now, he would comply.
But after their meeting, if Lucian proved unworthy of the Patriarch’s interest?
I will erase him myself.
The butler whispered under his breath, shaking his head as if amused.
He adjusted his monocle, his gaze turning unreadable.
For now… I will entertain you, Lucian Kane.
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