Lucio was baffled.

He finally came back to life after three whole years— yet Vesuvia doesn’t want him as count again? He can’t wrap his head around it.

He was currently lounging in his dusty, velveted, and expensive, king-sized bed. His sharp silver eyes focused on a painting of him up on the wall. Reminiscing of his prime youth.

The longing moment was soon ruined by a knock on his door. He sighed exasperatedly, not bothered to stand up from his comfortable position.

“Come in!”