Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Chapter 251 251: Do You Need Any Service Before The Work!

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The evening had surfaced into the afternoon with my suktry and sexy secretary Aryanna, with the timepiece chiming past two. Radiant sunlight streamed through the intricately designed windows, casting elaborate patterns of warmth onto the gleaming marble floor.

It was after the solemn rites of my youthful stepmother's farewell, a ceremony steeped in age-old traditions, that I withdrew to this secluded villa, steeling myself to unravel the myriad tasks that lay ahead.

Destined by both birthright and circumstance as the scion of the Villebéon family, a lineage as illustrious as the brilliance of the stars, I now bore the weight of countless responsibilities left behind by my departed father.

I was tasked with navigating the significant affairs intricately tied to our family's honor. The gravity of my inheritance, akin to the resplendent chandeliers adorning the ancestral halls, rested heavily upon my shoulders—a cloak of duty that demanded unwavering devotion.

During my voluntary exile from the ancestral mansion, while traversing the diverse tapestry of the world, I managed to remain completely unaware of the family's external dealings.

This disengagement, however, triggered a deluge of speculations, birthing a plethora of peculiar rumors that reverberated through society's gossip grapevine.

The solitary heir had embarked on this self-imposed isolation due to a discord with his youthful stepmother, a woman hailing from modest origins.

Rumors suggested that I had prematurely acquired a portion of the family's wealth and was now extravagantly dissipating it during lavish journeys.

Such unfounded conjectures and a barrage of malicious defamations were recklessly hurled about, enveloping my image in an illusory shroud.

In those years of wandering, I had ventured to distant lands and immersed myself in foreign cultures, chasing horizons painted with vivid experiences.

But even as I embraced the exotic and the unknown, my heart remained tethered to the ancestral home, to the echoes of my father's wisdom, and the secrets hidden in the shadowed corridors of the mansion.

The rumors, though unfounded, carried a sting of truth, for I had indeed found myself in a rift with my stepmother, a woman whose roots were far removed from the aristocratic tree of our lineage.

Her arrival had cast a shadow over the tranquility of the estate, and I sought solace in the world beyond those formidable walls.

The premature inheritance was not a matter of reckless indulgence, but rather a consequence of my father's untimely demise, which thrust upon me a mantle of responsibility I felt unprepared for.

The weight of managing the family's affairs, coupled with my desire to preserve my father's legacy, led me to embark on journeys that took me from the bustling streets of Paris to the serene temples of Kyoto.

In an effort to put these unjust allegations and unverified rumors to rest, upon assuming the head of the family, I scrupulously mirrored the undertakings of my father's legacy.

Commencing with extending support for the local orphanages and the artistic communities, to lending an empathetic ear to influential folks within my realm, acquainting myself with their tribulations and anecdotes, these activities became my routine. The diminishing authority of nobility was all too evident in these troubling times.

I approached the stewardship of the family estate with a profound sense of duty. My father had left behind a legacy not just of wealth and opulence but also of benevolence and cultural patronage.

It was essential for me to carry forward these traditions, to demonstrate that the Villebéon name stood not only for privilege but also for responsibility.

The local orphanages, which had long benefited from my family's support, received increased attention. I took a personal interest in their well-being, ensuring that the children had access to proper education and a nurturing environment. Their laughter and bright eyes became a source of solace in the midst of societal complexities.

The artistic communities, too, found a steadfast patron in me. I believed that art was the soul of a civilization, a reflection of its dreams and aspirations.

I sponsored budding artists, providing them with the resources and encouragement they needed to flourish. The villa's grand halls began to resonate with the melodies of musicians and the vibrant strokes of painters.

However, my responsibilities extended beyond philanthropy. I engaged with influential figures in my realm, not out of mere obligation, but with a genuine desire to understand their concerns.

The world was evolving, and the authority of nobility was waning. It was crucial to adapt to these changing times, to bridge the gap between tradition and progress.

Unsettling whispers were floating over from neighboring regions, painting horrifying scenarios of commoners launching assaults against the nobility.

Such an atmosphere heightened my vigilance toward not just the influential people and serfs under my dominion, but also permanent residents like merchants and artisans, becoming ever more vigilant and attentive.

As the sun cast dappled shadows through the windows of the reception room, I stood by the massive mahogany desk, surrounded by piles of correspondence and ledgers.

The room, adorned with intricate tapestries and oil paintings, bore witness to generations of Villebéon family history.

It was in this chamber that the weight of my responsibilities often pressed upon me, the echoes of the past mingling with the uncertainties of the present.

"Master Lucas," Aryanna approached, her footsteps soft against the polished marble floor. Her tailored attire exuded an air of professionalism, the deep blue fabric contrasting with her auburn hair. Her words held the wisdom of a trusted advisor, her gaze unwavering as it met mine.

"Do you want any special service before the meeting?" Aryanna inquired, her voice a soothing cadence amidst the gravity of our discussions. Her face blushing, "Our guests are likely to arrive any moment. Keeping them waiting could tarnish your impeccable reputation, especially in the eyes of literary men."

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