Chapter-23 Banquet

Cyan burst into Edward's room, brandishing a bucket filled with icy water.

"This always happens whenever we have a family event. Why couldn't Dad just send Ciel? She didn't seem busy," Cyan grumbled, making his way toward Edward's bed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a deep crimson sword, its jagged edge glinting ominously.

'What an odd sword. Did he really choose that from the vault…' 

Cyan's curiosity took over, momentarily distracting him from his initial purpose as he approached the sword, setting the bucket of water down beside him.

With wide eyes, he admired the weapon, feeling a flash of envy that he quickly suppressed, reminding himself he too would someday have the chance to enter the Lionheart vault and select a weapon for himself when he reached the proper age.

Tempted to grasp Azphel's hilt, Cyan fought against the impulse, reluctantly turning away and taking a step back, nearly toppling the bucket.

"Shit!" Cyan exclaimed as he stumbled.

Quickly adjusting his footing to avoid a collision, he utilized some agile footwork.

"Phew, that was close… Oh yeah, I still need to wake Edward up." 

Hoisting the bucket once more, Cyan moved to Edward's side, reverting back to his original goal.

Standing next to Edward's grand bed, he elevated the bucket over Edward's head, tilting it to drench his neck and chest.

Splash!

As the water cascaded down, he shouted, "Edward, wake up!"

Edward's eyes flickered open. "Another dream of the past, huh?" he said with a smile, gazing at the ceiling. "It was truly nice to see them again."

"Edward, the banquet is starting soon. Dad asked me to wake you."

"How does Father always know when I'm sleeping?" Edward replied, his forearm lifted to his face to shield his eyes from the light.

"You're not fooling anyone, Edward. Just hurry up and come downstairs."

With that, Cyan exited the room and closed the door behind him.

"Well, at least he roused me from my slumber… It's never good when I dwell on the past, my current family loves me, and I love them just the same," Edward murmured, still groggy from sleep.

"But really, did he have to splash water on my face?" he pondered.

Rising from bed, Edward headed to his wardrobe, selecting the first formal garment that caught his eye, pleased with how it looked. After adjusting his messy hair into its usual shaggy style, he nodded in satisfaction and made his way to his oak desk, grabbing a roll of bandages to wrap around the exterior of Azphel's blade, which lacked a sheath.

Securing the sword on his back, Edward left his room, only to be met by a pale-faced attendant.

"Young master Edward, I am so very sorry … I know you instructed me..," Ruby spoke her voice quivering 

"There is nothing to say sorry for, you did nothing wrong" 

Saying these departing words Edward made way to the Mansions grand dining room 

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Standing at the threshold of the ballroom, Edward took a moment to inhale some air and made some last-minute adjustments to my garments before striding inside.

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I did kinda copy the layout for his back story from my last novel but who actually cares because they are the same person :}

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