Vol. 2 Chapter 5.1 - The fate flows again

Vol. 2 Chapter 5.1 - The fate flows again



On the evening of the full moon, Klopp was forced to wear the black full attire he rarely wore at Martha’s nagging.

“Do I really need to dress up like this?”

“What are you saying? If you don’t wear these nice clothes on a day like today, when will you wear them? Turn around.”

Klopp turned around, and Martha inspected the vest for wrinkles, grabbed the hem and pulled it down. Then she brought a suit that was in perfect condition, not a single wrinkle to be found. After buttoning all the cuffs, Martha adjusted the suit’s shoulder pads with a brush she had brought with her.

“Keep your hair neat, and let’s see. Your shirt’s too tucked in. Roll up your sleeves.”

While redoing the cuffs, Martha slightly pulled the shirt sleeves and let them peek out of the black suit sleeves. Finally, she meticulously adjusted the tie to ensure it wasn’t crooked, then put her hands on her hips and looked at her work with great satisfaction.

“And the shoes are shiny. It’s brilliant. The omegas will be dazzled.”

“I don’t need to impress everyone, just that one person’s eyes are enough.”

“Did you remember to bring the ring?”

Klopp smiled at Martha while looking at his reflection in the full-length mirror.

He heard the sound of a carriage arriving. As he descended the stairs, Martha extended the same level of care to the perfectly maintained hat and cane.

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“Don’t worry, next year I’ll make sure you’re too busy babysitting to be bored.”

Klopp smiled broadly and bid farewell to Martha before boarding the carriage. Martha stood at the entrance and waved his hand.

“Don’t even think about coming home if you fail. I won’t open the door!”

“That will never happen.”

The carriage, carrying a young alpha who felt slightly nervous before an important event, raced toward its destination. The road, which was usually annoyingly close, seemed unusually long today. Looking at the grand mansion in the distance, Klopp took out a small box from his jacket pocket. The ring sparkled more than usual.

On the silk sheets covering the tables, scented candles exuding a faint fragrance were sparkling on silver candlesticks. Next to them, there laid rare flowers that were obviously not grown in the garden, blooming and flourishing. The chairs, covered with silk covers that matched the table, had small flower wreaths hanging on them. Even the large number of roses hung with white silk ribbons around the surrounding flower beds and the colorful roses scattered on the floor—what on earth was all this?

How much did this cost? You damned count!

He wanted to immediately find Aelock and question how much he had exceeded his limits. But he couldn’t find him. When he asked the servants, they had no idea of his whereabouts. “We also don’t know where the Count is at the moment,” “Until just now, he was talking to the conductor in the music hall, but he’s not there now,” were the only responses he received.

He wanted to go to the butler and demanded the Count’s presence right away, but it would likely cause a big commotion since he was receiving important guests, so he suppressed the urge. He’d still show up eventually. Klopp tapped his fingers on the table and gritted his teeth.

He was sitting in one of the best seats right in the front and center. It made sense since he had worked hard to quickly restore the Count’s reputation, which had been wobbling in the hands of his dumb son. But deep down, he was surprised. This shouldn’t be necessary.

Looking at the other tables in the same row, everyone was a marquis, count, viscount, and so on, it felt as if it was a royal New Year’s party or some kind of grand ceremony. Among them, Klopp was the only one without a title. While he didn’t feel intimidated, it wasn’t comfortable either. He couldn’t understand why he was given such a seat. Just as he was beginning to suspect that Aelock was playing him for a wager, Rayfiel appeared from the other side of the room.

Klopp’s mouth dropped open as soon as he saw him, and he jumped to his feet.

Dressed in a light blue suit, he was stunningly beautiful and lovely, drawing the attention of everyone around him. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the attention, Rayfiel nervously looked around with a tense gaze and noticed his lover standing up from his seat. A smile bloomed on Rayfiel’s fair face as he saw him.

“He’s the eldest son of Westport, isn’t he?”

“His wife is such a beauty, and their son is equally remarkable.”

“Do you know who that man is?”

“They’re soon to be engaged. Although he comes from a poor family, he is talented and highly anticipated as an alpha heir. It seems that Westport, who doesn’t have an alpha successor, plans to make him their son-in-law.”

“Oh, they make such a well-matched and cute couple.”

The words were spoken so loudly, but they were barely audible to Klopp. He walked over to Rayfiel and took his hand, kissing the back of it lightly, then his cheek.

In the meantime, as Klopp returned to his seat, he felt a chilling gaze on the back of his neck. Instinctively, he glanced aside with a mix of anger and vigilance, and there he saw Marquis Wolflake, the man he had seen earlier, staring at them with eyes that shone ominously like a wolf. It felt as if he was challenging Klopp, and despite the impoliteness, Klopp didn’t avert his gaze but stared back intently. Then, Wolflake turned his gaze away first.

‘What a strange man.’

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