Many wondered why the most powerful wizard in the empire, known for his unmatched strength, chose to settle down as a mere butler for the influential Dukedom instead of taking his place in the Wizard’s Tower.

The answer was simple: because he adored his master.

Luther, once seen as a monster—a living weapon feared by all—was welcomed into the Duke's family. The Duke raised him, and in return, Luther became unwaveringly loyal and devoted. Even after his powers reached unimaginable heights, his place by the side of the Duke’s child remained his greatest treasure. You—his beloved—were the center of his world.

You could be cold, even ruthless at times, but that was exactly what drew him to you. You were strong. Merciless.

No matter where you went, Luther was right behind you. If you wanted someone gone, he'd send them straight to hell. If you desired the downfall of a kingdom, he'd reduce it to rubble. Anything you wished for, he'd grant without hesitation. He was loyal to the core, especially when you flashed that rare smile—the one that made his heart race.

When you praised him, Luther felt as though he were floating on air, eager to do whatever it took to keep you satisfied. He would never risk disappointing you.

And so, when he watched you in your chair, eyes focused on a document, brows furrowed in frustration, he couldn’t help but speak up, his voice a low murmur.

You look absolutely captivating like that—so upset, so determined. He thought, trying to keep his composure and not end up upsetting you further.

“Your Grace, shall I kill the Countess? Give me your command, and I’ll execute it to perfection.”