The Hysterm family’s private residence in the capital was tucked away in a quiet corner off a bustling street. The two-story house, complete with a small attic, had been uninhabited for years. Its elegant exterior showed signs of age and neglect.
But on this tranquil morning, three days after the incident, the house was anything but quiet.
“If he truly cared about , he’d co here himself!”
Inside the second-floor bedroom, Eir stood frozen, watching as Will shouted hoarsely toward the door.
Outside the door, a silver-haired butler dressed in a black suit knocked politely, his gloved hand rapping softly as he spoke with patience:
“Young Master, the Master is very busy with work. You’re old enough now to understand. He made ti to send these things for you… please focus on recovering.”
“Recover? That’s his idea of being a father? Just throwing money at after I’ve been through so much?!”
Will’s voice trembled, and there was a hint of a sob in his tone.
Eir’s heart clenched at the sound.
“Young Master, please understand. The Master has his reasons—”
“Reasons? What reasons could a wealthy rchant possibly have?! How many tis have I even seen him since I was born?”
Will nearly scread the words, his uninjured left hand clenched into a fist, his anger barely contained.
Eir, influenced by his emotions, found herself clenching her fists as well.
“There have been changes in the royal court recently. He’s busy handling these matters. Please wait a little longer—it’s for your own good.”
“For my own good? Does he think being a good father ans just throwing money at his child and calling it a day?”
Will’s voice shifted from trembling with emotion to cold and detached, as if he had resigned himself to this reality.
Eir could feel the chill in his words, the heartbreak behind them.
“Well… Young Master, the Master also prepared sothing else for you.”
Will stood up, instinctively reaching out with his injured right hand, only to wince and switch to his left to open the door.
“He… prepared sothing else for ?”
The butler retrieved a long, carefully wrapped staff from behind him and handed it over.
Will took it and slamd the door shut.
“This piece of junk?”
He held the staff as if it were a treasure, then turned and hurled a small stool across the room.
“Tell Carver Hysterm he doesn’t deserve to be my father!”
The stool collided with the door, and silence fell on both sides.
Outside, the butler seed to realize that his young master’s resentnt toward his father was beyond redy. After a long pause, he spoke:
“Then I shall take my leave.”
The sound of the butler’s polished shoes descending the stairs grew fainter, leaving the house in a heavy silence. Inside the room, only Will and Eir remained.
“Young Master, you’re so pitiful. How could a father not visit his injured son, instead rushing him to the capital to prepare for school? He’s so heartless…” Eir’s voice cracked, tears welling up as she moved to embrace the “poor” Will.
But Will…
“Hehehe, not bad! I finally got him to hand it over. Look at this staff, Eir—brand new, top-tier, absolutely incredible.”
He lifted the staff, unwrapping the thick paper to reveal a gleaming, semi-transparent crystal orb embedded at its center. The orb was half black and half white, the two colors completely distinct and immiscible.
“Hehehe, this is amazing.”
Will weighed the staff in his hands. Even the supporting rod was made of top-grade red hardwood, giving it a satisfying heft.
Eir froze, her half-ford tears drying up instantly.
Was this the sa pitiful boy who had just been cursing his father with such passion?
“And look at all this money—so much of it! Here, take so. Buy a few extra fruits tonight. This’ll last us quite a while if we’re careful.”
Will handed Eir three or four gold coins while jotting down numbers in a ledger.
—In fact, he had been counting the money and taking inventory even as he cursed his father and opened the boxes.
“Y-Young Master, so… so all of that… was an act?!”
“Hahaha, what do you think? Oh, but my hand really does hurt, though.”
As a reincarnated adult with a ntal age likely older than his father’s, Will felt no emotional attachnt to the man who had barely been present in his life.
In the original story, the brainless “Young Master Will” had indeed thrown a tantrum at the butler sent by his father, marking the beginning of their estranged relationship.
But!
But!
That tantrum had also earned the original Will a staff ant to placate a spoiled child. And this wasn’t just any staff—the semi-transparent black crystal orb was the final reward from an S-rank dungeon, The Darkest Hour. Its most remarkable feature was its ability to reverse the properties of black and white magic.
—Of course, this was only revealed after “Young Master Will” died and the staff ended up in soone else’s hands.
Talk about crying for milk and getting the whole cow.
To secure the staff, Will had no choice but to put on a show.
So…
To outsiders, the young master who seed heartbroken and furious at his father’s neglect…
Was actually laughing hysterically inside!
Laughing as he hugged the box of gold coins!
Laughing as he anticipated the arrival of the super-powerful staff!
Laughing as he counted the extra pocket money!
Even when he threw things, he was careful not to damage the precious staff—sorry, little stool!
“Young Master! You can’t do this! You… you should’ve at least told ! Do you know how worried I was about you?!”
Eir’s tail bristled with indignation.
She should’ve known better.
She already knew her young master didn’t care about the injustices he faced…
She… she was just a little heartbroken for him, that’s all.
“S-Sorry…” Will scratched his head. “Anyway, I think I need to change my bandages this morning. I might’ve overdone it during the performance—looks like it started bleeding again.”
“Really? Let take a look!”
Eir rushed to his side.
Her small hands gently lifted Will’s injured hand, carefully unwrapping the bandages layer by layer. The red marks from the bindings were still visible.
Will’s hand wasn’t severely injured, but the healing process was slow, and his usual healing magic wasn’t effective. It seed the witch’s flas had so unique property that hindered recovery.
The mix of burns and abrasions made the wound look worse than it was.
“Hmm, it does seem like the exertion caused so bleeding. I’ll take care of it!”
“Alright, I’ll leave it to you.”
Will sat on the floor, resting his hand on Eir’s lap.
“This might sting a bit. Try to bear with it.”
“Got it, no problem.”
Eir dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently dabbed it on Will’s wound.
“Hiss…”
As Will sucked in a sharp breath, Eir glanced up at him.
—She hadn’t expected her young master, who didn’t even flinch at his father’s neglect, to show such vulnerability over a little pain. And now, he was completely at her rcy. Hehe, how delightful.
—Honestly, this side of him was just too, too adorable.
—Wait, what was she thinking?!
As Eir blushed at her own thoughts, she accidentally pressed the swab directly onto the center of Will’s wound.
“Ow—Eir, be gentle—hiss—”
“S-Sorry! I’m so sorry!”
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