Author's Note:
Hey guys, just a heads-up! Because of a network issue, I accidentally posted the next chapter before this one. Unfortunately, I can't delete or reorder the chapters, so please read the next chapter first, then come back to this one—it'll make a lot more sense that way. Thanks for bearing with me!
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Ethan nearly laughed aloud at their antics.
He had intended to deal with this little group after packing up his things, but now they were surrounding him, shouting demands like overconfident children. Ethan was confident he could swat all of them down with a single hand. And yet, here they were—brimming with arrogance, demanding he kneel.
"Well, well, Young Master," Ethan said, feigning polite surprise. "My apologies. My eyes must be failing me. I hadn't realized I was in the presence of such… nobility."
His expression was all theatrics, a perfect mask of astonishment.
