Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster
Chapter 139: The Maid and the Heir

Chapter 139: The Maid and the Heir

After some time, the grand entrance of the Flameheart mansion came into view as Han and Nellas arrived. The carriage glided gracefully through the towering iron gate, its intricate design casting elegant shadows over the cobblestone driveway. The stones underfoot seemed to whisper centuries of history as they led the way through a meticulously maintained garden.

The garden itself was a mesmerizing spectacle, a riot of colors and fragrances bursting from well-tended flowers and lush bushes. Bees hummed in the air, and the scent of blooming roses filled their senses as they approached the mansion.

The mansion stood as a testament to both opulence and architectural prowess. Its sprawling structure boasted gabled roofs, and tall, arched windows that glinted like jewels in the dappled sunlight. Vines of ivy clung to the aged walls, adding a touch of natural elegance to the already imposing edifice.

As the carriage came to a graceful halt, one of the guards, with the poise of a well-trained servant, dismounted his horse and swiftly opened the carriage door. Han, in his customary manner, stepped out first. His crimson hair flowed like a fiery cascade, capturing the sunlight and turning it into a mesmerizing display of hues. Nellas followed suit, his gaze drifting upwards to take in the grandeur of his surroundings with a sense of profound awe.

Their journey continued as they strolled along the cobblestone pathway leading to the mansion’s entrance. Overhead, a wooden roof provided a comforting shade, a refuge from the relentless summer sun that bathed the garden in warmth.

Just as they approached the immense wooden doors, a young maid, no older than 16, dashed out from behind the entrance. Her apron fluttered in her haste, giving her an air of youthful energy and innocence.

A girl?!

Nellas couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sight of a young girl amidst this lavish backdrop. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, noticing her disheveled appearance against the backdrop of such opulence.

The collision between the girl and Han was like a scene out of a romantic novel. Their encounter seemed to unfold in slow motion, capturing every intricate detail.

The girl, caught off guard, stumbled and lost her balance, her soft gasp of surprise filling the air. Her delicate features contorted briefly in shock before she began to topple backward.

In that crucial moment, Han’s reaction was nothing short of gallant. With fluid grace, he moved like a dancer, his strong arm snaking around the girl’s waist. It was a move that seemed rehearsed in its perfection, but it still carried an air of spontaneity.

His hand cradled her gently, their bodies mere inches apart. As he steadied her, her hair, a cascade of ebony silk, flowed down her back like a waterfall, shimmering in the sunlight that filtered through the lush garden.

Their eyes locked onto each other, a shared moment of connection that seemed to transcend time. In that instant, the world around them faded into insignificance. Han’s crimson hair, a striking contrast to his attire, flowed with a subtle elegance, framing his face and adding to the allure of the moment.

In the girl’s mind, a flurry of thoughts raced. "Y-young Master Han?" she stammered inwardly, her wide-eyed gaze locked onto his handsome face. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and admiration. "Wow, he looks so handsome," she mused, her inner voice tinged with a hint of infatuation.

Nellas, standing nearby with eyes wide open, was equally caught off guard by the scene. His surprise was mirrored by the guards, who exchanged incredulous glances. Their collective thoughts seemed to echo, "What is happening?"

Han, ever the charismatic figure, broke the spell with a playful comment. "Hey, beauty, be careful," he said, his voice carrying a note of amusement and concern. His words seemed to hang in the air, emphasizing the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

The maid’s internal confusion deepened. ’Heh?’ she thought, her mental voice reflecting her bafflement. She couldn’t quite comprehend why Han, a member of the prestigious Flameheart family, would address her, a mere servant, with such affectionate words.

Nellas, meanwhile, couldn’t help but wonder about the nature of this interaction. His thoughts were filled with questions, and a hint of suspicion crept into his mind. ’Is he flirting with her?’

The guards at Han’s back let out a collective "Huhhh?!" Their voices carried a mix of shock and disbelief, and their eyes nearly popped out in surprise at his audacious remark.

As the guards’ collective "Huhhh?!" reached Han’s ears, he slowly emerged from the almost dreamlike state that had enveloped him during that brief encounter. He turned his head to look at Nellas, who stood there with a surprised expression, his eyes locked onto Han, waiting for an explanation.

Han’s eyes then shifted back to the maid still in his grasp, and he realized the unusual situation he had created. He closed his eyes momentarily, a hint of frustration crossing his features, and he swiftly loosened his grip on her.

His hand moved away from her waist with almost abrupt swiftness. The girl, taken by surprise, let out a bewildered "Huh?" as the unexpected separation left her slightly off balance.

With Han’s support withdrawn, the maid lost her footing and landed on the ground with a soft thud, finding herself seated on the well-manicured garden path.

"Aaah!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and perhaps a touch of embarrassment at her sudden descent.

Han’s expression, once charming and playful, took on a more serious note. He regarded the girl on the ground with a composed demeanor.

"Be more careful next time," he advised, his words carrying a tone of admonishment but also a trace of genuine concern.

"Heh?" the maid responded, still taken aback by Han’s actions and struggling to make sense of the situation. Confusion clouded her features, and her brows furrowed as she tried to understand why Han had saved her only to let her go moments later.

In her mind, questions swirled. ’Why did he save me and then suddenly let go?’ she wondered, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty and curiosity. Han, however, didn’t extend his hand to help her up, and there was no hint of regret in his demeanor.