Chapter 77: Master Sharp Fangs
A grizzled old man burst out of the mansion’s front door, his weathered face etched with deep lines of anxiety and urgency.
"Master Sharp Fangs!" he called, his tone dripping with reverence as he hastened towards Ryder. He bowed deeply, his hands clasped together in a gesture of deference. "Village head awaits you. Please, follow me."
The group was taken aback by the old man’s formal address, and their surprise quickly gave way to amusement. Mirian was the first to lose composure, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"Master Sharp Fangs!" she choked out, her eyes shining with mirth as she made fun of Ryder.
Steve couldn’t hold back either, and soon he was laughing alongside Mirian. Kira’s lips curved into a smile, and the rest of the group members exchanged giggles, their initial seriousness forgotten in the face of Ryder’s absurdly formal title.
Who bears such a name? Except he intended to inspire fear in the humans. And judging by the old man’s reverent demeanor, it was clear that Ryder had succeeded in commanding respect – or perhaps even intimidating those around him.
No wonder he’s not humble, despite being a mere servant, Mirian thought with a roll of her eyes.
However, Reana’s expression remained inscrutable, her face a mask of calmness, as if the joke flew over her head. But her eyes betrayed her interest, narrowing slightly as she watched the old man cower before Ryder.
Ryder’s smile was warm, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Butler Charleston, it’s been a while," he said, his voice low and smooth. Yet, he made no move to tell the old man to rise, and Charleston remained bowed, his back still hunched in a posture of deep respect.