He might not have left a good first impression on Alicia, but there was still a chance to salvage the situation. With this item aiding him, he would make sure to brush up Alicia’s affection for him and destroy the death flag in its cradle! But first and foremost, Roel felt that he should find someone to try his hand first. “Anna, you must have waited a long while for me. Are you tired?” The door to the study room opened, and an adorable little boy leaped right into the embrace of the maid standing by the doorway, looking up at her with big, round eyes. “Young master? What’s wrong?” The maid that was assigned to take care of Roel’s daily needs stared at the little boy holding onto her leg in shock. She was baffled by her young master’s sudden act of intimacy. Roel Ascart was rather notorious for his spiteful mischief. Due to him having lost her mother at a young age, his father, Marquess Carter, doted on him excessively, not bearing to hit or scold him in the least. He viewed it as a way to make up for Roel’s loss in maternal love. Such an environment proved to be ideal in cultivating the stereotypical arrogant young master, as could be seen from the 9-year-old Roel. He was smart enough to rein himself in before his father and the other nobles, but those who interacted with him on a day-to-day basis knew deep well that there was another side to him—how could they not know when they were victims of his malice themselves? None of the servants of the Ascart House dared to speak of this matter aloud, but they were deeply unnerved by the fact that this little tyrant would one day become their master and even the head of this fiefdom. Anna, especially, was plannin
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