Renn went in first.
"Father."
Ryan nodded and bowed, then followed his brother without changing his expression.
"..."
"Orl, do you think I'm not very good at raising my son?"
He looked like he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
"Master, the young masters are still young and don't understand your good intentions," the butler said, as was his habit.
He helped the Duke of Russell, carefully stepping across the ravaged ground.
"They'll be fine when they grow up."
"Before I came back, I already instructed the head chef to prepare some nourishing magical meals for you. You must eat more and take care of your health."
Duke Russell patted his hand with satisfaction, unaware that his butler looked rather strange.
Last time, he got jealous because I was too close to him, and I had to coax him for a long time. I have to be more careful this time...
The two walked through the hall and arrived at the dining room, where, to their relief, the place appeared to be in good condition.
Vili: Is that even a question? I still need to eat.
As the butler had said, the table was laden with a sumptuous spread of dishes...and the plates were empty.
Willie sat in the chair without any decorum, patting his round belly from eating.
"Father, please take care of your health."
Russell was about to launch an attack, but he was choked by these words.
"Your food is so nourishing, I almost got a nosebleed after eating it."
"If your body is too weak, you should take it slow and steady, and not eat too much at once, as it can easily backfire."
"Why don't you leave your will to me before you die?"
"Young Master!"
Russell nearly fainted, coughing violently with a flushed face. The butler patted his back while frowning at Vili.
"That's not how you talk to your own father!"
Vili turned to look at him, but instead of continuing along his logic, he sneered:
"You still remember I'm the eldest young master?"
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