The Villain Professor's Second Chance

As they neared the entrance, the heavy gates creaked open, revealing Alfred, the loyal butler who had served the Drakhan family for as long as they could remember. His face, lined with age yet still sharp and attentive, broke into a rare, warm smile upon seeing the two sisters.

"Miss Clara, Miss Tiara," Alfred greeted, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that immediately softened the tension in the air. "It's been far too long."

"Alfred!" Tiara exclaimed, her usually composed demeanor melting away as she rushed forward to embrace the elderly man. Clara followed suit, and for a moment, the coldness of the Drakhan mansion was forgotten as the three shared a heartfelt reunion.

"You haven't changed a bit, Alfred," Clara said, her voice thick with emotion as she stepped back to study him.

"And you two have grown into fine young ladies," Alfred replied, his eyes shining with pride. "The Golden Crest Trading Company—your parents would be proud."

The sisters blushed at the compliment, their successes in the world of commerce having often felt overshadowed by the looming presence of their elder brother, Draven. "Thank you, Alfred," Tiara said softly. "But… we didn't come here just to catch up."

"Of course," Alfred said, his tone becoming more serious as he led them into the mansion's grand hall. The inside was just as they remembered—elegant and austere, with dark wood paneling and tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles. It was a place that had always felt more like a fortress than a home.

As they walked, Clara finally voiced the question that had been on both their minds. "Alfred, we've heard… things about Draven. About how he's changed."

"Good things," Tiara added hastily, though there was a note of disbelief in her voice. "They say he's become a great professor, a favorite lecturer even, that he saved the queen, and that the earldom is prospering under his rule."

Alfred paused at the base of the grand staircase, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the banister. He turned to face the sisters, Clara and Tiara, who stood at the top of the stairs, their faces a mixture of concern and curiosity. The weight of years of service, of witnessing the rise and fall of the Drakhan family, seemed to press down on his shoulders.

"The rumors are true," Alfred began, his voice carrying the gravitas of someone who had lived through countless battles, both within the Drakhan estate and beyond. "Lord Draven has indeed achieved much in recent years. But I must tell you, those accomplishments came with a great deal of sacrifice and hardship."

Clara and Tiara exchanged a glance, the weight of Alfred's words settling over them like a heavy fog. Clara, always the more inquisitive of the two, took a tentative step forward. "What do you mean, Alfred? What kind of hardship?"

Alfred sighed deeply, the sound echoing in the vast hall. The lines on his face seemed to deepen, etched by years of worry and unspoken truths. "After your parents passed, Lord Draven shouldered a burden that no one should have to bear alone. The responsibilities of the Drakhan family, the expectations, the legacy—it was all too much, too soon.

He withdrew, became cold, yes, but it was out of necessity. He didn't want to expose you to the harsh realities of our world."

Tiara, whose memories of her brother were filled with warmth and affection, found it hard to reconcile the image of the brother she once knew with the man he had become. "But he wasn't always like this," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "What happened to him? What changed?"

Alfred closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to summon the strength to continue. When he spoke again, his voice was laced with a deep, abiding sorrow. "He became the Lord of Drakhan far too early, and with that title came the weight of every tragedy that befell our family. The raids, the betrayals, the loss of his comrades in battle... he bore it all, silently, so that you wouldn't have to.

He became distant, yes, but it was his way of protecting you."

Clara's skepticism hadn't fully dissipated, though her expression softened as she listened. "And now?" she asked, her voice quieter, more introspective. "What's driving him now?"

"Now…" Alfred hesitated, and for a moment, the sisters could see the internal struggle etched on his face. "Now, he's found a purpose. Something larger than himself, larger than the earldom. He's become the man he was always meant to be, though I believe it came at a great personal cost. He sees things in the larger picture now, things that most of us cannot even comprehend."

Tiara's eyes widened slightly as the implications of Alfred's words began to sink in. "You make it sound as if he's preparing for something… something dangerous."

Alfred's expression grew even more somber. "I believe he is," he replied solemnly. "He doesn't speak of it often, but I can see it in his eyes. The Lord Draven you knew may have been ruthless and cold, but the man he is now… he's driven by something more profound, something that I fear may consume him if he's not careful."

Alfred paused again, his voice trembling with the weight of his next words. "I've stood by his side through countless battles, endured the expectations and the harshness of the tragedies that have befallen our family. But if… if he truly decides to face his destiny, to confront whatever darkness lies ahead, I want to be by his side, for as long as I can.

I want to ensure that he doesn't walk this path alone."

Clara and Tiara were silent, their hearts heavy with the realization of just how much their brother had endured. The image of the distant, cold man they had grown to fear was slowly being replaced by one of a man who had sacrificed everything to protect them, a man who now stood on the precipice of something far greater—and far more dangerous—than they could have ever imagined.

Alfred's eyes, usually so calm and composed, were filled with a deep, unwavering determination as he met their gaze. "I don't know what the future holds," he continued, his voice soft but resolute. "But I know this: whatever happens, I will stand by Lord Draven's side until the very end. Because that's what he needs, now more than ever

Clara opened her mouth to protest, to say that it was impossible for Draven to have changed so drastically, but before she could speak, a loud announcement echoed through the halls, cutting through the stillness of the mansion.

Alfred's expression tightened as the sound reached his ears. "That's the gate," he said, his tone suddenly all business. "We should see who it is."

The sisters followed him as he made his way to the entrance. The grand doors swung open to reveal a man dressed in the livery of the royal court. His bearing was regal, his expression grave as he held up a sealed letter.

"I come bearing a message from Her Majesty the Queen," the man announced, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "It is an urgent missive for Earl Draven Arcanum von Drakhan."

Alfred stepped forward, his face betraying no emotion as he accepted the letter. "The Earl is currently not at home," he said calmly. "He is recovering in a secluded part of the kingdom after saving the queen during the royal banquet."

The man's eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "This message is of the utmost importance. The Earl is ordered to go to the Cevern territory immediately and save the North from the rising threat of the Goblin King. He must depart as soon as he receives this command."

Clara and Tiara exchanged shocked glances, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "The Goblin King…" Tiara murmured, her voice trailing off as the implications became clear.

Alfred's expression softened as he turned back to the sisters. "I'm afraid I must fulfill my duty now, just as the Earl must fulfill his," he said gently. "Please, trust in your brother. He may have changed, but he has not forgotten his responsibilities to you, or to the people of this land."

The sisters nodded, their emotions a mixture of pride and anxiety. As Alfred turned to leave, Clara called out to him. "Alfred… tell Draven that we're proud of him. And that we'll be waiting for him when he returns."

A small smile touched Alfred's lips as he nodded. "I will, Miss Clara. I will."

With that, the butler of the Drakhan mansion departed, the letter from the queen clutched tightly in his hand. The sisters watched him go, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their brother was once again stepping into a role that only he could fulfill. The legacy of the Drakhan family, it seemed, was not yet finished.

"My lord. Your son, as expected, is someone you could truly be proud of,"