"Where's Father?" Javier asked, looking up at Francesca from her lap, curiosity lighting up his eyes.
Francesca chuckled softly. "Oh, your father? He's going the town hall. He left earlier with the butler, several of his personal maids, and, of course, his group of elite guards."
"Ohhh!! Elite guards?!" Javier's excitement was palpable as he turned toward Liana. "Liana? You didn't explain anything about this to me!"
Liana bowed slightly, her expression calm. "Not yet, young master. I was planning to, but it seems Madam has taken the liberty to enlighten you first."
Francesca smiled , brushing Javier's hair aside. "The elite guard is a necessity for someone of your father's rank. They are not just ordinary soldiers. They are the best of the best—highly trained in swordsmanship, tactics, and magic. Only the most talented individuals are chosen. Even the butler who manages this estate isn't just a servant. He's a highly skilled assassin, you know."