Mock carefully opened the door and stepped out.

Click.

The door closed with a quiet noise.
The White Star looked at the closed door before dipping back into the tub.

�Chief Priest.�

One of the walls moved and created a path after he called out. Chief Priest Gersey walked out of the path while carefully holding a white mask that was wrapped in a white cloth.

�Yes, your majesty.�
�Didn�t Count Mock come up with a good plan?�
�It does seem that way. We will be able to calm the noble awaiters� complaints if we go with the Count�s plan.�

Gersey and the White Star made eye contact.
A gentle smile appeared on the Chief Priest�s face.

�We should be able to carry on with the festival without any issues as well.�

Gersey sternly added on.

�There should be no issues with our grand vision.�

The White Star started to close his eyes after hearing that and lowered his body deep into the tub.
Gersey quietly moved back after seeing his action as he continued to speak.

�I will bring you the mask when it is time, sire.�
�Sure.�

The White Star closed his eyes completely once his body was deep inside the tub.

The night continued on that way.

* * *

Cale touched the top button of his shirt as his neck felt a bit stuffy.
A purple-eyed boy was frowning at him as he stood in front of the mirror.

�My son.�

And past the boy�s shoulder� Duke Fredo was lying on the bed looking sick.
Fredo started to speak again after hearing no response from Cale.

�My son.�
�What?�
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