Chapter 20: Preparing for the Marquis's Ball (Part-II)

"I need a small, easily concealable blade," Lucian explained. "Something that can be hidden in a sleeve or inside a boot. And I also need a set of dart needles, thin and sharp, with a hollow for carrying a small amount of liquid."

Garen raised an eyebrow but didn't question the unusual request. "I can have them ready in a few days," he said. "Anything special about the blade?"

"Just make sure it's durable and sharp," Lucian replied. "And the needles—make sure they're precise."

Garen nodded again, already mentally planning the work. "Consider it done."

Satisfied, Lucian left the forge and returned to his training routine. He began practicing with darts, honing his aim and learning how to throw them with speed and accuracy. It was a skill he hadn't paid much attention to before, but now, with the upcoming event and the potential for conflict, it seemed like a prudent addition to his repertoire.

As the days passed, Lucian's schedule became a carefully balanced routine of etiquette lessons, dance practice, martial training, and his own private projects. He spent his nights practicing his mana enchanting skills, working in the secrecy of his chamber.

The aphrodisiac formula he had developed was potent, but Lucian knew better than to rely solely on it. He began crafting a small reserve of vials, each containing the carefully prepared potion. Alongside these, he created several E-grade mana bombs, simple but effective devices that could be used in a pinch to create distractions or disorient opponents.

These mana bombs were small, about the size of a coin, and could be easily concealed. Lucian infused them with just enough energy to cause a minor explosion—nothing lethal, but enough to create a flash of light and a burst of sound that could give him a crucial moment of advantage. He meticulously stored each finished product in a hidden compartment within his room, knowing that they could be the difference between victory and defeat in an unexpected situation.

Lucian also took the time to refine his enchanting techniques, experimenting with different combinations of materials and mana to create items that were both practical and subtle. He knew that overt weapons would be frowned upon in a social setting like the Marquis's ball, but hidden tools—those that could be used without drawing attention—would be invaluable.

Despite the intensity of his preparations, Lucian made sure to keep up with his training under Sir Garrett's watchful eye. The old knight was relentless, pushing Lucian to his limits each day. Swordplay, archery, endurance drills—each session was a test of Lucian's physical and mental stamina. But Lucian welcomed the challenge, knowing that his father would expect nothing less than excellence.

At night, when the estate was quiet and everyone else was asleep, Lucian would retreat to his chamber and immerse himself in his alchemical work. The moonlight streaming through the window provided just enough light for him to work by, and the stillness of the night allowed him to focus entirely on his craft.

As the weeks passed, Lucian's room began to fill with the fruits of his labor. Neatly arranged vials of aphrodisiac, carefully crafted mana bombs, and the newly forged hidden blade and dart needles—all were prepared and ready for use. He had also mastered the basic forms of ballroom dance and the intricate rules of noble etiquette, feeling confident that he could navigate the social intricacies of the Marquis's ball.

The final days before the journey to the Marquis's estate were spent in a whirlwind of last-minute preparations. Lucian ensured that his attire for the ball was tailored to perfection—a dark, elegant outfit that conveyed both nobility and understated power. The Lionheart crest was embroidered subtly into the fabric, a reminder of his lineage and the expectations that came with it.

Master Roland seemed pleased with Lucian's progress in etiquette and dance, offering rare words of praise as their final lesson came to an end. "You've learned well, young master," he said with a nod. "Remember, confidence and composure are your greatest allies in such gatherings. Speak clearly, listen carefully, and always be aware of those around you."

Lucian thanked the tutor, his mind already focused on the upcoming event. He knew that the Marquis's ball would be a test not just of his social skills, but of his ability to navigate the complex world of nobility. It was a world where every word and gesture carried meaning, where alliances were forged and broken, and where a single mistake could have lasting consequences.

As the day of departure approached, Lucian took a moment to review everything he had prepared. The hidden blade was safely concealed in his boot, the dart needles tucked away in a discreet pouch. His reserve of aphrodisiacs and mana bombs was securely packed in his travel chest, ready to be used if necessary. He had done everything he could to prepare for the event, but he knew that once he arrived at the Marquis's estate, he would need to rely on his instincts and wits to succeed.

On the morning of the journey, Lucian stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the collar of his finely tailored coat. His reflection stared back at him, the image of a young nobleman ready to step into the world of power and influence. Yet beneath the surface, Lucian knew that he was more than just a baron's son. He was someone with the knowledge and experience of two lifetimes, and he was determined to carve out his place in this world—on his own terms.

As he left his room, Lucian felt a sense of anticipation building within him. The Marquis's ball was just the beginning. He had spent the past month honing his skills, preparing for whatever challenges might come his way. Now, it was time to put those preparations to the test.

He made his way down the grand staircase of the Lionheart estate, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet halls. His father was waiting by the entrance, dressed in his usual austere manner, a silent pillar of strength and authority. Baron Lionheart looked over his son with a critical eye, but Lucian could see a glimmer of approval in his father's gaze.

"Remember what I told you," the baron said as Lucian approached. "This is an opportunity, Lucian. Make the most of it."

"I will, Father," Lucian replied, his voice steady with resolve.

Baron Lionheart nodded, then turned and led the way outside, where a carriage awaited them. Lucian followed, his mind focused and ready for the journey ahead.

As the carriage began to move, carrying him towards the Marquis's estate, Lucian couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mingled with caution. He knew that the coming weeks would be filled with challenges, both seen and unseen. But he was ready. He had spent the past month preparing for this moment, and now, as the landscape rolled by outside the carriage window, Lucian felt a sense of confidence growing within him.

Whatever awaited him at the Marquis's ball, he would face it head-on. The world of nobility was a complex and dangerous one, but Lucian Lionheart was not a man to be underestimated.