Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 63: Meeting Eldric

Cain walked steadily toward the helicopter, not surprised to see that Frank had already arranged for all his main guards to be present, even though Cain didn’t think it would matter.

Eldric might be politically strong, but one-on-one, beast against beast, Cain could easily tear him to shreds like butter. Eldric was the one who needed more guards, not him.

Getting to Eldric’s district took an hour by helicopter, and Cain wasn’t surprised when he got off to see cars already waiting to pick him up—but not his guards. Cain brushed it off, as it was a usual occurrence, but Frank didn’t take it well. He scowled at the man who approached and bowed only to Cain, a slightly arrogant expression playing on his face even as he did so.

"Greetings, Lord Cain! I’m to bring you straight to Lord Eldric’s mansion!" the man said.

Cain nodded, not bothering to harp on the disrespect seething just beneath the man’s calm mask.

"Of course. Frank will come with me," Cain said, his cool gaze fixed on the man—a face he neither recognized nor cared to know.

"Lord Eldric—" the man began, only to gasp as Cain unleashed the full force of his aura, glaring down at him. Cain remained calm outwardly, but the temptation to kill the man and deal with only a slap on the wrist pleased him.

Until his uncle had all the districts firmly under his control, Eldric wouldn’t risk harming Cain, who was already believed to be under his thumb.

The man struggled for air, his face twisting as Cain’s fierce aura bore down on him. Cain stepped closer, his beast roaring for blood, craving the chance to unleash a power that would ensure no one dared to disrespect him again.

"Lord Cain, we should get going. We wouldn’t want to keep Lord Eldric waiting," Frank’s voice broke through the moment, pulling Cain back to reality.

Cain turned and walked toward the lead car in the entourage, sliding into the backseat. Frank followed close behind, while the trembling man climbed in as well, sitting as far from Cain as possible—a sight that visibly amused him.

The ride was quiet and long, with Cain settling into his seat and gazing out at the surroundings. The district was opulent, its buildings and roads flush with wealth, a stark contrast to his own. He knew all too well that much of this richness had been funneled from his resources to fund Eldric’s interests.

With Violet, I don’t need the medicine, but I can’t let him know about her yet, Cain thought. If Eldric discovered anything that undermined his control, he would eliminate it without hesitation.

Patience, Cain. Patience, he reminded himself, his eyes glinting coldly. The moment the curse’s effects were entirely gone, he would openly move against the uncle who had conspired with a witch to kill his parents.

The car drove through the massive gates of Eldric’s mansion, pulling to a stop. The house was as vast and ostentatious as Cain remembered, each detail a reminder of the resources that should have been used to support his own district.

His fists clenched, but he quickly released them, smoothing his features into a faint smile as he stepped out of the car. His gaze darkened slightly when the mansion’s butler approached, bowing just low enough to be polite but not nearly low enough for a lord.

"Lord Cain, welcome! I’ll now lead you to the guest’s waiting room," the butler said, his tone deferential yet subtly condescending.

Cain didn’t reply. Instead, he closed the distance between them, a smirk curling his lips as he listened to the butler’s heart race in fear.

Without a word, Cain’s hand shot out, grabbing the man by the neck and lifting him off the ground.

"This is getting boring," Cain said, his voice flat as he twisted the butler’s neck with ease, snapping it before tossing the lifeless body aside.

Frank hurried after him as Cain strode into the mansion, while the man who had brought them from the helicopter trembled, rushing to keep up.

Cain had no trouble navigating the mansion—he knew it well from the years he had been forced to live there. Even before the butler’s body hit the floor, another servant appeared, stepping in as though on cue.

Eldric planned this, Cain thought. He gave the order for them to be rude, just to confirm that my irrationality remains unchecked.

The realization didn’t spare the servants. Cain wasn’t kind enough to let them live, even if he understood the manipulation at play.

I am mad. But am I really crazy if I know it? he mused, a fleeting smile gracing his lips as he continued walking up the grand staircase. He wasn’t surprised that the servant guiding him chose the longer route, another subtle attempt to provoke him.

Finally, they reached a luxurious room. Though well-appointed, it was plain compared to the rest of the mansion—a deliberate choice Cain recognized immediately.

"You are to wait here, my lord," the servant said stiffly. "Lord Eldric will join you shortly. Your guard can follow me, and I’ll lead him to—"

"Don’t bother," Frank cut in sharply, his glare making it clear he wasn’t leaving Cain’s side and a puny servant like him wasn’t about to make him do otherwise.

The servant hesitated, his mouth opening as though to use Eldric’s name as leverage to force Frank to do what he needed him to do, opening his mouth to speak,

"But Lord Eldric expressly said that—" he began only to be cut off by Cain who chose that exact moment to cut in, his attention focused on the paintings on the wall of the room he was in, without sparing a glance for the servant.

"You can leave now, or you can leave later without your tongue," Cain said casually, his tone as detached as if discussing the weather. His legs crossed, his gaze blankly fixed ahead, Cain’s indifference made the threat all the more chilling.

A few seconds later, the door shut behind the servant who immediately hurried out.