Chapter 92: There are no excuses in my life (3)
Chaos.
It was the only fitting word to describe the horrific scene that had unfolded.
However, perhaps it was more accurate to call this catastrophe a "man-made disaster."
For the calamity before them was, unmistakably, a disaster wrought by human hands.
But at that moment, no one had the luxury to dwell on such thoughts.
"Sir! Protect the lord!" "Ensure the safety of the master!" "What about the servants in the mansion?" "There are no servants in the mansion! Just focus on ensuring the lord's safety!" "Understood."
The head of the Tristan family—Marquis Zhenimea—was in a state of uncertainty regarding his life or death.
Miraculously, the intruder's attack had only destroyed the mansion where the marquis resided. Because of his sensitivity to noise, Marquis Zhenimea sent all servants away at night to avoid being disturbed, allowing him to sleep soundly. Thankfully, there were no casualties. As long as the marquis was safe...
"The lord is unharmed!" "Ahhhhh!"
With virtually no actual casualties, the servants of the Tristan estate roared in joyous relief.
They had confirmed their master’s safety.
...However.