CHAPTER 55.1

“Your Grace, please reconsider!” Gukasho sweat and tears had already mixed up. The mixture of translucent liquid fell onto the carpeted floor like raindrops, leaving a definite trail for Frankenstein to clean. The manor’s cleanliness was the least of his concern when he was racing against the lengthy strides of his master who decided to be on a suicidal mission – by declaring a trial by combat with his life and title at stake.

His master, Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton, was clad in his combat uniform made of the purest mineral from the deepest mountains in the Nether World. The clashing of the iron ore and the mithril created a sound that Gukasho thought he would never hear at least for another millennium or so. But now, he was chasing his master who was so determined to toss his glory because he could not help but worry about his kid.

Though Gukasho understood his master’s worries especially that the late duchess left him with nothing b