Uprooted the Aristocratic Technocracy Organization(3)

Desmond stood tall, his voice filled with unwavering confidence as he addressed the guards and maids, spreading his arms wide to assert his authority and command their attention. The resounding *rumble**rumble* of the trembling floor startled the maids from their slumber, causing the once pristine carpet to become disheveled. Bewilderment etched across the faces of the guards as they observed their young master's peculiar actions. Unbeknownst to them, a glint flickered in the old man's eyes, his excitement mounting. He never dared to dream that the son of his master possessed such remarkable talents—a formidable aura capable of instilling fear, now coupled with the promise of wizardry.