Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 214: Eyes On Jerry

Chapter 214: Eyes On Jerry

Earlier, Theodore mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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The day dawned cold and clear. Jeremiah showed up at the gate before Shade would leave his position, he rushed inside to inform Blanc, who grumbled his was to the gates, Shade sleeps mostly during the day so when it dawns he goes inside and

"Why did you come to my house?" was the lords first question the second, Jeremiah’s butt touched his office leather seats.

"Lord Theodor-" he started but Theodore cut him off sternly, "Answers Jerry,"

"It is Jeremiah" the glassman alarmed with gritted teeth.

Theodore met the glassmakers eyes with a bone chilling glare making said man clear his throat, "I came because you needed a glassman"

Placing both his elbows on the table he questioned, "And how did you come to know of that?"

"The magistrate, Lord Theodore" he replied as he switched the nervous bounce of his knee between his two legs.

Theodore kept his narrowed gaze on the red haired Jeremiah, this pushed him to say more, "The Muckraker wrote about me, I am really good at my job"

Silence stretched for almost a minute before Theodore ultimately "I told you not to follow me," Theodore thought the mans curiousity about him cannot be healthy. "I would be watching you," Theodore warned.

"I am just a man who wants some of the royal gold crits" Jeremiah countered but the sweat gathering on his forehead told otherwise.

"Begin the work and do only whatever the lady approves" Theodore added as he moved to open his doors.

"You have a lovely wife, it would be a shame to lose her" Jeremiah said suddenly with a smile while Theodore nodded. "Yes, but I do not intend to lose her," he promised.

He would die first before watching her die ever again.

"Thank you for the opportunity" Jeremiah bowed with a sly smirk.

Theodore then left to check on the sick comrades.

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Theodore Mansion

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Helena rushed down the stairs, her hair in disarray as she looked around before her eyes caught who she was looking for.

"Lydia, good morning," Lydia stopped abruptly at the urgency in Helena’s voice.

"Good afternoon Lena, how was your long night?" Lydia asked with a smile while Helena grimaced, she had woken up late because of some vision her mind forced her into seeing.

"Where is the lord? I heard his voice just now" She glanced at the door, her movements portraying her haste.

"Oh, he left for work, why?"

"I need to know where Conan is," Helena replied, her neck reddening.

Lydia narrowed her eyes, "Have you looked for him?"

"Did any of them come back yesterday?" Helena asked to have Lydia shake her head, "They are in the recovery system" she replied.

Helena picked her dress as she turned attempting to rush back upstairs, her mind reeling with possibilities, "Where are you going?"

"To meet him, I saw it, they are wounded Lydia we need to see them," she sounded desperate spiking Lydia’s always calm heart.

"Lena-"

Helena cut her off with a stern gaze. "I will go!"

Lydia pressed her lips together, "Okay."

"I have to see them" Helena muttered rushing back up to dress up for her outing.

Lydia nodded with a smile, if her friend insists on she was going to see all the wounded soldiers, she wouldn’t be the one to call her out on it. Last night when she’d found out all the other men had severe wounds she had felt grateful until she saw the cut on her husbands back, she wondered how he could walk straight but he insisted he was fine and she shouldn’t let anyone else worry about it.

With a sigh she glanced at the workers who were quickly arriving to start the days work before heading to her library she needed fiction.

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A carriage parked and slowly someone came out of it, Helena who was dressed and coming outside to head for the men, saw the knight stepping out and her eyes widened, "Conan!" she squealed as she ran downstairs and into his arms but quickly she remembered and pulled back, "Your thighs," she whispered making him frown. How does she know? he wondered.

"I would have been disappointed if you had ridden a horse back"

"Should we leave for the bungalow now?" he invited with a small smile.

She shot him a glare, "No, you should be in bed," she replied.

"Perhaps leave the front of the entrance so I can step out? My wife is waiting for me" Theodore grumbled from inside as Helena had tackled the knight right in front of the carriage before he could move away for him to step out.

"Oh," Helena reddened before moving backwards with Conan slightly limping after her.

"I shall not be bedridden" Conan blurted.

She glanced sharply at him and he only nodded before following her, Theodore watched the interaction in awe, Conan hated to sleep over in the mansion before, he would rather go back to the house he insists on calling bungalow but now he is staying a week and longer, Theodore was wondering if this was a good thing, his mansion was filling up but when his eyes met Lydia wide smile, he became sure. He loved her happy and she loved the noise, the presence of other

She is human unlike he who was only a worshiper. He hugged her when she reached his arms and she melted as she always does, like there is no other place she could exist but in his arms. If she wondered why he hugged her so passionately all of a sudden she didn’t wonder out loud. They walked inside hand in hand after he dropped a brief kiss on her lips.

The hunt for the mansions followed the men in a cart drawn by two horses and two labourers sitting with them.

Hound moved pale and oozing with an energy that spoke of how much he wished to be alone as he headed for his cottage, Blanc sighed before turning to help the labourers pack.

As Tom escort his brother to their quarters, they run into Joyous and the new maid who were running outside and they all stopped dead, each looking at the intriguing partner, Tom was now starring Mathilda the way he had the first day he saw her, and Joyous held concern in her eyes as she regarded Gabriel, her eyes switching between his shoulder and tired face, "I could only die after you profess your affection for me" he said breaking the whole staring situation.

Joyous’s face produced a healthy smirk but she held on her glare while Gabriel grinned as he draped his healthy shoulder over Toms’s shoulder.

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Meanwhile,

Edward and his team began the delicate task of removing the old wall. Each brick was carefully dislodged and handed down a human chain to be stacked neatly outside. The workers moved with precision, aware of the responsibility they bore.

"Easy does it. We don’t want any surprises." One of the workers warned.

The second, smiled, "Aye, these walls have stood for decades. Let’s make sure they stand for centuries."

When Theodore came back walking hand in hand with his wife he noticed the parlour has began to transform, the old dark wall giving way to a gaping void that promised light and beauty only it looked horrific to Theodore, he muttered to himself, "This better not ruin the place."

Lydia hooked her arms with his as they moved ahead.

With the wall removed, the master carpenter, Mr. Reginald Hawthorne, stepped in. His hands, roughened by years of labor, handled the wood with the finesse of an artist. He constructed the sturdy frame that would house the glass, ensuring every joint was perfect.

"This frame must be as strong as the walls it replaces. It will bear the weight of the glass and withstand the elements." Reginald was also brought by Jeremiah.

His apprentices watched and assisted, learning from his vast experience. They measured, cut, and joined the pieces of the frame with meticulous care.

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Conan’s bedroom chambers, Theodore mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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"I could help," Helena insisted but Conan was also stubborn.

"No, Helena I heard it gets dangerous when you heal too much with your powers" he complained after dropping his coat.

She watched him in silence wondering why he was being stubborn.

"You have brought two people back from the brink of death in just your short stay in critic arley, this would be fine soon" he pointed out his reasoning before patting his legs and grimacing.

She pouted her eyes having caught the action, "What is the point of being a full blooded witch if not for the privillegies?"

With a confused frown Conan asked. "Full blooded?"

"Both my parents are witches and I feel fine," she let out, her eyes looking at the door as if she would leave if Conan asked one of the pressing questions in his mind so he doesn’t.

"I should mix herbs for you, the Hound man seems to know a little, the last time we worked together to help Lydia he was a good hand"

Mmm, Conan merely murmured as he got comfortable

"What happened to him?" she asked in a light tone, as though she divulges about her past this easily.

"I could direct you to go and ask him but I know it is a bad idea so just do not poke" he warned hr as he reached for the blanket.

"Fine, I know you are sleepy just try not to lie on the wounded thigh" she countered, her earlier hair now forgotten for the modest, pretty look her hair gave.

"Do you wish to hold it while I sleep?" he teased.

"I should?" Her eyes widened in contemplation shocking Conan. "No, Helena please stop worrying, you are becoming lady clingy again" he got comfortable on the bed, his eyes heavy.

"I would get the medicine, sleep well" she whispered as she adjusted the blanket over him, it wasn’t afternoon yet so if he wanted to work he could still rest a bit before going out.

He watched her leave the room with a smile on his face, he felt his heart would freeze with contentment and he wouldn’t even mind. His mother would be proud if she knew.