"What are you planning to do?" he asked his master, Damien who had pushed the button.
"It's time to show grandma that she needs to step down," he said and pointed it somewhere.
"Damien, what are you---"
The bullet had stopped midair, and good thing that her aide was able to block it. Her confident face had turned pale when he did that, and the aide who took the bullet was now lying on the floor with blood dripping out of his body.
"He's dead," the butler said as if he had expected it. "What could have brought the young master here?" he asked.
The butler is not just a mere butler but a trained assassin. He is the one trained from a young age to be the sole protector of whoever will be the head of the Luceria. Of course, they have been preparing for one every generation.
Damien did not
