My Ex Mr Duke
Room and Madness

Felica put the medicine back in and continued to smile. He came out of his room, stopped in one of the rooms. The room used to be alone, anyone should not enter the room, even Aronz was banned by the Duke of Arland. That child is his favorite child.

Felica looked at the left right, the quiet atmosphere was no waitress, perhaps the maid had just cleaned the room. The room is very clean. Morning and night, Duke Arland would scream if there was a small speck of dust in the room.

"I wonder what it is."

Felica turned the handle of the door, it just so happened that the waiter did not lock it, before entering it, his two eyes again watched the surroundings. In safety, he entered the room.

Some candles lit up, neatly lined up on the nightstand and small shelves. The atmosphere is so calm, yet creepy. In the view was like an ordinary room, there was only one bed, a white-painted closet and a red sofa.

"What room is this?"

Felica continued to step up, a white curtain waving like it was carried away by the wind stealing her attention. With full courage, he addressed the white curtain. Both of his eyes were stunned, paintings of women he knew were everywhere, on the walls, he was a small shelf bag and also on the nightstand.

"Damn! it's not an ordinary room, it's a room that's his memory."

Felica approached a painting, In view of the painting is still not finished just coloring the dress half body. A smiling Violeta painting shows her rows of teeth, wearing a head covering and holding a rose.

"A very irritating painting." Felica glanced towards the table, she took out a green colored brush, scraping across the painting."Is this all the Duke wrote? I just found out. She hid her talent with me, but with Violeta she showed it."

"Violeta I salute you, in case you come back. I will challenge you to a duel with me, seizing the Duke's heart. Even if you have a child once, the Duke will not let me go because I have Aronz."

Felica pulled the painting, falling to the floor. Stomp on the painting with his feet in the swearing in his mouth.

Both of his eyes switched to painting on the nightstand on the wall that adorned the room. His two hands instantly threw the painting one by one onto the floor. "From now on, there won't be any of your paintings."

After the painting lay on the floor, he stepped up to pick up the candle on the nightstand, then dropped the candle on the painting lying on the marble floor.

Felica peeked behind the sturdy door, still safe. He came out with a relaxed face and would cleanse his body.

A few minutes later, all the mist-stricken servants shouted at the Duke's special residence in flames..Some were crying while standing in front of the room and there were also some servants carrying water, who were worried about their lives. The room was heavily guarded by the Duke, I don't know what would happen if the Duke came home and found out everything.

Somewhere else.

A gallant man walked erratically in direction. From this morning, he and his knights were surrounding the city just looking for the figure of the little boy who was judged by his master.

"Baginda, don't we just go home?"

"God! you're grumbling, I'm sure he'll be here."

Only an insane person would say a little child would be out late at night.

"It's already night, lady won't be here. Miss Violeta won't let the lady out."

"Ah, right too. My woman won't come."

Knight Gio smiled forcedly, looking in his shop. Wait until the moss in front of the store, do not feel at home around then return to the dress shop owned by Violeta. How many times has he come and gone from the store, fortunately the servants are friendly, if the servant is ferocious like Emperor Fictor has been ensured they are kicked.

"Alright, tomorrow we go straight to his residence."

Oh my!!!

Knight Gio stroked his chest and exhaled his tired breath. Let it be tomorrow, the master has gone mad and gone mad.