The Tyrant’s Pet - Chapter 814

BANG!

Knights kicked down the main office of the House of Lords, rushing inside with their weapons and raised hostility. Just now, they heard from someone in the Royal Court that someone might’ve or would’ve intruded on the establishment.

After the knights heard this, they raised the security around the area while all higher-up officials attended the Royal Court. Much to their dismay, upon raising the security and conducting a quick observation of the people within the establishment, the knights discovered unconscious knights, some low and middle-ranking officials, hidden in the most unchecked chambers in the House.

After a quick but thorough search, the knights were led to this chamber where the intruder could’ve hidden, only to be proven wrong. The intruder wasn’t just one person, and they weren’t here to hide.

The knights slowed down after surrounding the chancery. Their eyes landed on the people inside, sitting idly around the chancery as if they were in the comfort of their homes.

There were a few details everyone noticed, such as their uniformed black clothes, silver hair, and bright crimson eyes.

The chancery they barged into was where the most powerful and influential men in the nobility gathered. Thus, the presence of the long table. But instead of the nobles on the mainland, the long table was surrounded by a few people.

Abel was standing at the end of the long table. His hand was on the edge of the table with his other on his hip. The nearest seat from his vantage point was occupied by a petite woman sitting motionless. The knights almost lingered on the thought of how pale she was, but the bell tied around her long, white hair that was touching the floor caught their attention.

There was also a man sitting across from Tilly, and some of them recognized that face.

Samael.

Beside Samael was his wife, the only person who didn’t share the same hair color with a lighter shade of hazel. Beside Lilou (Samael’s wife), was a boy sitting on the table while using the chair to rest his feet. And then another child — a girl — standing on top of the long table.

There were a few more people inside. The one on the other end of the table, sitting lazily with his elbows resting on the armrests with his fingertips touching each other; another one was standing almost behind Abel.

Eight people.

There were exactly eight intruders, shamelessly and openly idling in the respectable chamber of the Lords.

Who else would have got the nerve to do such a devious act aside from the infamous Grimsbanne Clan?

Seeing all the Grimsbannes in black with their bright crimson eyes staring back at them, the knights grew even more wary. Others couldn’t help but gulp, sensing the natural intimidating air this family emanated.

It was almost deadly.

‘Almost.’ was what they all wanted to believe.

“Uhmm…” Abel cleared his throat after a total of one minute since the knights barged in, only to say nothing. “Pardon me, but is there something you need?”

His voice brought back the knights from their momentary trance, reviving their fiery hearts to execute their duties.

“We were told that an intruder barged into the House of Lords.” A stern voice of a knight resounded in the spacious chancery. His armor differed from the rest, displaying he was of a much higher rank than the rest. “Therefore, we came here to check and arrest the intruders.”

Abel gasped, planting his hand across his chest. “My goodness. I didn’t know such a thing happens in the House of Lords.”

“The audacity! Surely, some people just have a death wish!” Samael harrumphed, slamming the bottom of his fist against the surface of the table. “Did they think just because the mainland was currently unstable with no king, they could just run rampant as much as they please!?”

“Such an unspeakable act!” Claude, the young man, sitting on the other end of the table, shook his head in dismay. “You must arrest them all at once!”

“Arrest them~!” Sunny cheered, raising her short hands like a cheerleader while posing on top of the table. Meanwhile, Sunny’s brother, Law, nodded in agreement.

“With all this happening on the mainland, I’m starting to get worried about my children’s safety.” This time, Lilou, Samael’s wife, crossed her arms under her chest. A deep frown was dominating her face. “Just what were the knights doing, allowing such vile people to infiltrate the sacred House of Lords?”

“What are you clowns saying?!” the knight in charge bellowed, his voice thundering like a clap of thunder, making the Grimsbannes — except Tilly and Rufus — flinch in surprise. “You were the perpetrators and you are under arrest for the crime of infiltrating the most important chamber of the country!”

“That is such a big word, Sir Knight!” Samael frowned, pushing himself up that blocked the knight’s view of Abel. “What do you mean, you are arresting us? The innocent citizens of the Mainland, and also a member of Parliament without due process or evidence that we illegally intruded this place?”

He then slipped his hand inside his long tail coat, fishing out a folded letter. His actions slowed down as the knights raised their weapons, making him raise his other hand as a gesture of surrender while holding the envelope between his index and middle finger.

“I will toss this in your direction and see if we trespassed or not.” Samael waved the envelope before tossing it in the knight’s direction.

The knight barely caught it, clutching it and crumpling it in the middle. When he held it closer to him, the first thing the knight in charge saw was the seal of the House of Leviticus. Upon opening it, the knight instantly caught important keywords:

[To the Marquess Grimsbanne,

This is I, London Leviticus, inviting you to the House of Lords as a member of the Upper House…

I hope you and your family could attend to the reinstatement of your noble House. The House of Lords would be delighted to welcome the distinguished members of such a reputable family.

Signed by,

London Leviticus ]

“Are we still under arrest, Sir Knight?”

The knight in charge slowly lifted his gaze, only to see Samael step aside, unblocking his view of the knight in charge. As soon as Samael did, all the knight saw was the smirk Abel couldn’t hide, delighted to see the shock in the knight’s eyes upon reading the letter Isaiah forged while London was fast asleep last night.