Save you

Just as Ethan was about to say something, a few servants entered, carrying an assortment of dishes. The scent of roasted meat and fresh herbs filled the air as they carefully placed each plate on the table. The gleam of silverware reflected the warm candlelight, adding to the extravagant display.

Ethan glanced at the spread but didn't react much. He simply watched as the servants arranged everything with practiced precision. One of them turned to him and asked, "Would you like something new, young master?"

He shook his head. "No, this is fine." His voice was calm, indifferent.

The servants then moved to prepare Salvascon's plate. Ethan observed as they plated everything meticulously, the nobleman watching with clear satisfaction. Once they were done, they bowed slightly before retreating from the room, leaving behind a table that looked fit for a feast.

Salvascon leaned back, taking in the lavish display. A smirk tugged at his lips as he said, "Now this is a meal fit for a noble." His voice carried a hint of pride as if the food itself was a testament to his status.

He turned his gaze to Ethan and added, "Don't you agree?"

Ethan, uninterested, simply picked up his utensils and started eating. He had no desire to engage in pointless conversation, especially with someone like Salvascon. This was the man's house. If he wanted a banquet every night, that was his business. Ethan couldn't care less.

Salvascon's eyes narrowed slightly at the lack of response, but he didn't let any irritation show. Instead, he let out a light chuckle and said, "You'll understand what I mean as you grow older."

Ethan inwardly scoffed. I doubt that.

Instead of saying anything, he continued eating. The rich flavors of the meal filled his mouth, but he hardly paid attention to them. He was too used to expensive food to be impressed.

Salvascon, still smiling, suddenly changed the subject. "Anyway, I have something else I wanted to discuss with you." He waved his hand at the servants, silently signaling them to leave the room.

Ethan watched as they obediently walked out, shutting the doors behind them. His fingers subtly tensed against the fork in his hand. What now?

He lifted his gaze to Salvascon, giving him a questioning look, waiting for him to elaborate.

Salvascon took a sip from his wine glass before finally speaking. "It's about the girl you had fun with yesterday," he said casually. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he added, "But more specifically—her brother."

Ethan's crimson eyes narrowed slightly. "What about her?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

Salvascon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His expression shifted slightly, his usual smugness replaced with something more serious. "I don't know why you didn't end her after you had your fun," he said, shaking his head as if he was genuinely baffled. "I mean, if you didn't want to do it yourself, you could have asked a guard to finish the job."

Ethan's grip on his fork tightened for just a second before he forced himself to relax.

Salvascon let out a soft chuckle, swirling the wine in his glass. "But no, not only did you not kill her, you even let her go." He sounded almost amused by the absurdity of it. Then, raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Why would you do that?"

Ethan didn't answer immediately. His thoughts churned as he tried to process the sheer coldness in Salvascon's words. This man spoke about taking a life like it was as simple as discarding a broken toy. And the fact that he was surprised Ethan hadn't done it?

He hated people like this.

Ethan finally exhaled through his nose, setting his utensils down with deliberate ease. "So what?" he said, his voice casual but firm. "She won't do anything."

She can't do anything.

Inside, he was already cursing this man.

Salvascon let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "I doubt that," he said, his tone unreadable. "But she's not the one I'm worried about."

Ethan's eyes flickered with mild interest. "Oh?"

Salvascon leaned back in his chair, resting his chin against his fingers. "No, no. I'm more concerned about her brother."

Ethan frowned slightly. "Her brother?"

"Yes." Salvascon's expression darkened slightly. "You see, he's strong. On par with me and Saka the Knight."

Ethan said nothing, but internally, he took note of that.

Salvascon continued, tapping a finger against the table. "I sent him away for a while, but eventually, he'll return. And when he does, that girl will tell him everything that happened." His lips curled into something between a smirk and a warning. "And as her brother, do you think he'll just let it go?"

He let the words hang in the air before leaning forward slightly. "He'll want revenge, Ethan. That means your life is in danger."

Ethan didn't react outwardly, but his mind was already processing the situation.

Lara can't tell anyone what happened between us. The contract prevented it. That meant Salvascon's so-called 'warning' was meaningless.

No—what actually bothered Ethan was the way he was saying it.

The words might have sounded like a concerned warning, but the tone? The way he emphasized certain parts? It felt more like a threat.

Ethan's gaze sharpened as he met Salvascon's eyes. "Are you trying to scare me?"

Salvascon let out an exaggerated laugh, lifting both hands as if in mock surrender. "No, no, of course not!" he said, shaking his head. "I'm here to save you."

Ethan arched an eyebrow. "Save me?"

"Yes." Salvascon's smirk deepened. He looked like a villain who was about to finally reveal his master plan. "Save you."

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