Chapter 81: Survivors of Flevance, Trafalgar D. Water Law
Lakeman meticulously cleaned himself, then stepped out of the bayhroom, his gaze cold and distant. He turned to Lily, his silver-haired maid, standing dutifully nearby. Her eyes gleamed with silent obedience.
"Take care of Hancock. Clean her thoroughly and ensure she rests in my chambers," Lakeman ordered, his tone unyielding and absolute. Lily bowed without hesitation.
"As you command, Master," she replied softly, her voice carrying a quiet, reverent devotion.
In the afternoon,
Rosinante, having completed his assignment, arrived with a group of impeccably dressed individuals. Their mannerisms were polished, their expressions carefully measured. He led them to Saint Lakeman, who waited with an air of indifference, his sharp golden eyes scanning them briefly.
"Are you the guides Doffy arranged?" Lakeman asked, his voice smooth but devoid of interest. His gaze lingered on them for a moment before shifting away, as if they weren't worth the effort.
"Yes, Lord Saint Lakeman," They responded quickly, bowing with deep respect.
Lakeman offered them a faint, dismissive smile. "Then let's go."
The group straightened, clearly tense but eager to follow his orders. Rosinante walked beside Lakeman, half a step behind, his eyes subtly studying the young Celestial Dragon.
The more Rosinante observed, the more unsettled he became. On the surface, Lakeman appeared calm, even serene, as if he were an ordinary youth strolling through a garden. His demeanor was devoid of the fierce, destructive power Rosinante had witnessed earlier.
'He's like a dormant volcano,' Rosinante mused, his unease deepening. 'The devastation he caused this morning... How does he hide such unimaginable strength so effortlessly?'