The Invincible Young Master

Chapter 199 - Disappearance

The carriage rattled along the cobblestone road, carrying Silica and her silent attendant.

Inside, the air was thick with her simmering frustration. Silica sat stiffly, her back straight and her fingers drumming impatiently on the polished armrest.

"That sneaky little brat," she muttered. Her sharp glare was fixed on the carriage wall as if she could will her frustration into submission. "Because he ran off, I'm the one left dealing with all this nonsense. Just wait until he dares to show his face again, I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget!"

Across from her, the attendant sat quietly, her gaze lowered to the floor. She dared not interrupt the storm of her mistress's fury, even as Silica's muttering filled the confined space.

The academy gave that card for personal use, so they had the right to freeze it. But she didn't think they would go that far.

Her eyes narrowed as she fumed.

"Those stingy old men wouldn't even spare me a decent personal allowance.'" She scoffed loudly, crossing her arms.

The attendant hesitated before speaking softly. "Perhaps... it's because they noticed how Lady Silica has been using the funds. That could explain why they froze the cards."

Silica's exhaled sharply, her frustration flowing out in a heavy sigh.

"Out of funds," she muttered, shaking her head. "No fine wine. No lively establishments. Just dull, agonizing days ahead. Why should someone like me have to endure this?"

The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels filled the silence that followed. It rolled lazily through the bustling streets of the imperial capital, the sounds of the city filtering faintly into the cabin.

Merchants called out their wares, their voices blending with children's laughter darting between stalls.

The tantalizing aroma of sizzling skewers and freshly baked bread wafted through the air.

But none of it lightened Silica's mood.

Silica leaned back with a huff, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her gaze turned toward the window, her eyes catching her own reflection in the glass. The mix of anger and weariness staring back at her only deepened her scowl.

"Thinking about it," she muttered to herself, her fingers now tapping idly against the window frame, "maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to chase off that third prince. I could have extor-"

She paused, catching herself and correcting with a sly smile. "Asked him for a generous loan."

Across from her, the attendant stifled a chuckle, keeping her expression neutral. Silica didn't notice or pretended not to.

Her gaze wandered out the carriage window again, her expression darkening as she watched the lively city streets.

The cheerful buzz of merchants and the laughter of children grated on her nerves, a stark contrast to her own predicament.

Her lips curled into a grimace as she muttered, "Should I go to my brother's place and ask for some funds?"

***

-Dwight state-

The grand gates of the Dwight mansion creaked open. The estate, usually alive with bustling activity and cheerful chatter, seemed oddly muted.

"Finally back!" Spark stepped through the gates with Yuna by his side, his sharp gaze taking in the muted activity.

The maids hurried about their tasks but kept their heads down, their faces pale and strained.

"What's going on?" Spark muttered.

Yuna, ever perceptive, glanced around.

Their steps quickened as they approached the mansion's grand entrance.

The head butler, an older man with a stoic demeanor, awaited them in the foyer. His usual calm presence was undermined by a flicker of worry in his eyes as he bowed deeply.

"Welcome back, Young Master,"

Spark nodded and asked. "Where are others?"

The butler straightened, folding his hands before him. "Lady Sophia and Young Lady Alice are in the garden."

"And my father? Reynold?"

"Young Master Reynold has departed for the capital. As for Lord Renard..." The butler's voice grew quieter. "He has been awaiting your return in the main chamber."

"Reynold left without a word? And Father... waiting for me? What's going on here?"

As if sensing his presence, in the next instance, spark and Yuna were teleported to a vast white chamber.

At the far end of the chamber, Dwight Renard sat on a decorative chair carved with the family's crest.

Usually commanding in presence, his father now bore a grave expression, the lines of worry etched deeply into his face.

"Father?" Spark's voice cut through the stillness. "What's going on?"

Renard did not answer immediately. He rose from his seat with deliberate slowness. His weary eyes never left Spark.

"Spark," Renard began. "Your sister... has disappeared."