The Young Master who I carried was restless the whole time.
It seems that he is worried that it will be difficult because I am carrying him.
âAh⊠Wait⊠Itâs strange.â
After speaking in a serious tone, the Young Master asked why and what was going on.
âYoung Master, are you sure youâre on my back? Itâs too light.â
I said slyly and turned my head back. Then my eyes met the Young Masterâs, whom I was carrying on my back.
It was the first time he had entrusted himself to anyone other than his mother, and his ears were red, perhaps embarrassed.
I also would have blushed like that.
Itâs the first time weâve ever touched arms, legs, and upper body at the same time, but it felt the best since weâve been together.
Well, every little blood vessel seems to clear up.
If it werenât for this situation, I would have enjoyed it more, even with any excusesâWait. I didnât need to get slapped on the cheek then, did I?
Why did I insist on only the cheeks?
Iâll have to use a different method from now on, I promised sensibly.
âThatâs right. Wasnât I carrying you on my back? I didnât know it was so light.â
I smiled at him as he glanced at me.
But, in fact, itâs been a long time since Iâve been boiling inside. Apart from my physical recovery, I was deeply offended.
âWhoo⊠Duke. Youâre going to come out so cheaply, like this.â
I had expected a scolding or a sarcastic remark, but I didnât expect it to go this far.
Isnât that the point of figuring out how to use it before even having a simple greeting with his son?
If the Young Master didnât pass the skill test, he would kick him out immediately.
âBut heâs still a child, and I canât believe he treats him like this. He is truly a human without blood or tears.â
No, it is ridiculous to leave a sick child like that in the first place.
When I thought of the old and shabby environment where the Young Master lived, I naturally cursed.
âLobel. What should I do now?â
The Young Masterâs clear voice calmed my anger.
I could see his sparkling eyes clearly without turning my head back.
Iâm sure heâs more active than I am in looking at the carriage.
I was proud of it, but I felt sorry for it.
âYouâre not even angry at this situationââ
Even if there were no expectations, it was his first meeting with his father. It canât possibly be nothing at all.
Still, the person who is having the hardest time now is the Young Master.
I put up with the bitterness and said it brightly.
âAs the aide mentioned earlier, we need to distinguish the carriage from the stone slabs first.â
âUng.â
I heard the sound of breathing sinking into the back of my neck.
He probably thought he had to look at each of those carriages one by one.
Still, the Young Master didnât ask what to do with all that, nor was he angry.
Rather, he asked aggressively.
âThen what should I do?â
Iâm proud.
Then I said, in a softer voice.
âFrom now on, we will take a look around at all the carriages here. Whenever we pass near the carriage with the stone slabs, the Young Master can tell me. Then I will mark it on the floor separately.â
âYou want me to⊠tell you?â
âYes.â
âWait a minute. Thatâsâ How am I supposed to figure it out? How can I check without taking it outâ?
âAh, that, if itâs the Young Master, you can check it without even taking it out.â
My firm answer silenced the Young Master, who had been half-doubting.
Seeing what I said so far, he seemed to think that there must be some reason.
As expected, I was sure.
One of Diffâs abilities was to detect ancient energy.
And the contact of the stone slabs yesterday must have shown part of the Young Masterâs Diffâs bloodlineâs ability for the first time.
âIf the Young Master wants it, he will be able to use that power more freely than the five senses.â
It was fortunate that the Duke didnât know about the Young Masterâs bloodline.
If he knew it, he would have used it for dangerous purposesâ.
I shook off my gloomy imagination and asked brightly.
âYoung Master, you remember all the stone slabs you saw yesterday, right?â
Just in case he canât remember, I was about to tell the aide to bring me even a small fragment, but the Young Master nodded.
This is because Iâm the servant to the Young Master. As expected, our Young Master is smart.
âAll right. Think of them in your head and look them up.â
âI will tryâHuh?â
Before the Young Master could even finish his words properly, he was startled.
As he raised his head, he looked around hurriedly. Just by looking at the reaction, I can tell whatâs going on.
To me, it will only look like a carriage, but to him, he can see the form inside.
âBut how does it look? Iâm curious.
âHow does it look?â
âIt sparkles insideâ Whirl? Something that looks like a fireââ
When I asked out of pure curiosity, the Young Master explained diligently one by one.
From what Iâve heard, it seems that there are even three types of stone slabs in one carriage.
The Duke has really bad taste.
I mean, how do kids like us take them all out and check them one by one?
Besides, just by looking at the face of the aide earlier, it all seems very important, and if we break it, he will take issue with it immediately.
However, there was no time to complain like this. Letâs solve the problem in front of us first.
I followed the Young Masterâs instructions and walked among the carriages.
And every time I stopped, he drew a pattern of the attributes of the stone slab on the back of my neck.
Furthermore, the rows and columns of what we were looking for among the stone slabs piled in the carriage were numerically recorded.
The process was very quick.
As we did so, I naturally shrugged my shoulders.
âArenât we a match made in heaven? Weâre such a good team.â
ââŠ.â
The Young Master didnât agree. But he didnât deny it.
I said a few more jokes to the Young Master and walked around the carriage.
I think it must have happened, but the Young Master looked around once more and said in a bubbly voice.
âThatâs it. I did everything you told me to do.â
The arms that wrapped around my neck were also tightened.
He seemed happy at the thought of seeing his father again.
This made me even more bitter, but now is not the time to be caught up in such sentiments.
âYouâre done, arenât you?â
âOf course.
âThen please put me down.â
âI like it now. Canât you stay like this a little longer?âOuch!â
The Young Master pressed my shoulder with the tip of his chin and expressed his dissatisfaction.
Indeed, this posture may be awkward and uncomfortable. I canât just think about it.
I pretended to be sick and whined but lowered him into the wheelchair. The windswept my broken knees yesterday to the floor.
âUghââ
I stood up awkwardly, and the Young Masterâs gaze touched my knee. The black pants are already covered with dust.
Still, itâs in better condition compared to yesterdayâs bloodstains.
I took a couple of steps back and wiped my dusty knees with my hands.
However, the hardened expression on the Masterâs face, sitting comfortably in the wheelchair, couldnât be relaxed.
âAre you feeling sorry again?â
There was no change in my approach.
As I considered how to clear the suffocating atmosphere, I pointed to the floor in various places along the carriage line.
âYoung Master. Do you see them?â
It was our collaboration.
Four patterns and heights were irregularly marked in various places.
Although it was not large, it was not difficult to see it with the naked eye.
Some were round, whirlwind, pointed like thorns, and spread upward like a blazing flame.
âDidnât I draw it well even though I drew it with the tip of my toes?â
âYeahâŠâ
The Young Master gave a low affirmation to my question.
I tried to examine the Young Masterâs expression again. But he suddenly lifted his head.
The Young Masterâs and the aideâs eyes met as he waited close.
âNow that we found it, just look at the things marked on the floor in front of the carriage.â
ââŠ.!â
âThings mixed with other things were distinguished by their shape. Rows and columns are marked with numbers. Check it out based on that.â
âŠWhat is this? Did I teach the Young Master too well?
I was embarrassed and proud to see the Young Master explain it clearly.
âIt wasnât supposed to be like thisââ
The aide was also at a loss for words and alternated between looking at the Young Master and under the carriage floor.
The Young Masterâs deep and delicate eyes rose.
âWhat are you doing? Take it out and check it out.â
He looked like a really bad-tempered beautyâ It was very much like the Duke.
I wonder if the aide felt the same wayâ. I felt some kind of pity. I feel bad.
Itâs hard to make a livingâ.
Inwardly, I comforted the aide from time to time.
*****
So, thanks to the Young Master, I came back into the mansion. Did it take about three hours?
We came in as quickly as we were out.
âIt must have entered the Dukeâs ears by now.â
I remembered the face of the aide last time.
The aide took out the ancient stone slabs from the marked carriage and realized that the Young Masterâs words were true.
He looked at our Master with eyes of astonishment and wonder. He said with a look on his face, âWhat the hell, how do you do this?â
At that time, my shoulders began to strain themselves. âYou see, my Young Master, isnât he the best?â
However, not all of them were resolved smoothly.
ââWhy did the Duke bring those stone slabs to the mansion?â
I kept wondering why.
The Duke has competent servants, so he could easily do it if he had to deal with it urgently.
And another strange thing.
The stone slabs that the servants took out of the carriage earlier were of the same kind as yesterdayâs, but there was a remnant of white powder on the surface.
âThatâs something that needs to be sorted out before sale at the mercenariesââ
At least, it meant that they did not purchase the stone slabs in the usual way.