Chapter 116
When everyone had finished bathing and returned to their rooms to change, the servants of the Bartfort estate began to slowly prepare the table for the upcoming feast. The air gradually filled with the rich aromas of gourmet dishes, and the main hall grew livelier by the minute. Among those helping with the preparations were the two brothers — Tony and Vito — both wearing sly, almost mischievous smiles.
"Wonder what kind of fancy wine Lord Leon is going to let us lowly mortals taste tonight?" Vito asked, licking his lips, with a bit of drool threatening to escape from the corner of his mouth. "Or maybe it's something even more exquisite?"
Tony, the other brother, tried to keep a serious expression, but even he couldn't hide his eagerness. The anticipation of good alcohol sparkled in his eyes.
"Yeah... Seems like the lord is feeling merciful toward his pitiful servants," he said, covering his mouth with one hand to stifle a chuckle.
Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind them.
"Stop calling me 'lord' so formally. You two muscle mountains really don't pull it off."
Upon hearing this, both brothers immediately struck exaggerated poses, as if on a fashion runway, showing off their bulging muscles to emphasize Leon's words.
Leon let out a long sigh, shook his head, and stepped away with a faint smile. He was waiting for the others to arrive. One by one, more members of the household began to gather in the hall, but Leon seemed to be expecting two particular guests.
Angelica and Olivia.