The Black Family.
Standing before the familiar yet strangely foreign gates of the Manor, Black felt an odd sensation rise within him.
It seemed to be a tangle of emotions buried deep in this body.
Back then, the original Black's mother had died, and his father had chased after women.
When little Black left the Manor, he had clenched his fists and sworn that one day he would return and take back everything that belonged to him.
Now he had returned.
But someone else occupied his body.
Black was lost in thought for only a moment before he snapped out of it.
"Laila, open the gates!"
"Yes, young master!"
Since Laila had decided to be his lackey, she intended to do the job properly.
She hurried over, had the guards open the gates, and bowed.
"Young master, welcome home."
"Mm."
Black gave a faint grunt and walked into the lavish Manor with Andre.
"Brother Black, your family's Manor is really... magnificent!"
As they walked, Andre couldn't help looking around.
He had long heard that the Black Family was an ancient, powerful family with deep roots.
Today, he finally saw it for himself.
The Manor alone covered an enormous area.
It was several times larger than the Wilson Family's Manor, which he had visited before.
Its pavilions and towers were elegant and inviting.
Every few steps revealed another view, another garden. Greenery filled every corner.
This was the kind of heritage the upstart Wilson Family could never match.
Only now did Andre truly grasp that Brother Black was a privileged demon heir.
He had actually thought Brother Black was a poor wretch because his mother had died young and his father was a womanizer!
Now it seemed Andre was the real pauper, the truly poor demon!
No wonder Brother Black hadn't