Chapter 112: Young Master

The next day, Desmond was still asleep on his bed, a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

Last night after Desmond took a shower, he felt sleepiness drowning him so that he immediately threw himself on the bed without thinking about anything else.

This time there was no sunlight to bother him, as the curtains that were usually open were now blocked the light from the bedroom window.

Besides that, even though it was already midday, none of the maids came to his room to wake him or give him breakfast.

"Mmm ..." Desmond moaned, maybe because all the maids knew and saw Desmond's condition yesterday; they let Desmond sleep as long as possible.

But his sleep was destined to be disturbed when the sound of scraping between the wood rang. This friction sound is also accompanied by the sound of footsteps that make the wood vibrate. This sound made Desmond, who was fast asleep, slightly disturbed his expression now changed to displeased.

A second later, the atmosphere became silent, as if the sounds had never sounded at all—Desmond loosens tense expression, and he smiled again.

But just as he wanted to continue his comfortable sleep, a thunderous and disturbing sound rang from his door. The sound continued to disturb his sleep; it seemed as if it would not stop unless he opened his eyes.

"Young master, I have two letters for you." Accompanied by the sound of knocking on the door, there was also a soft and alluring voice calling out his name.

It was impossible for Desmond, who was now sleeping, not to hear all this; he forced open his heavy eyes, his face looked a little uncomfortable, and he then opened his mouth, "Come in." The voice is neither loud nor small, quite clear, and easy to understand.

"Excuse me ..." Desmond's door that twice as tall as him was opened smoothly. The moment the door was about to hit Desmond's bedroom wall, the door stopped as if it had realized this. There was a light stopping the door from bumping into the wall.

After the door opened, a female maid entered, carrying two letters in her hand. This maid had blonde hair tied in a single knot; her apron hides her large buttocks and ample breasts.

Besides that, her beautiful face and cold aura make this maid give a unique and exciting sensation to her interlocutors.

The maid looked at her young master, sitting on the bed with his eyes closed. Seeing this, the maid was expressionless and acted, "Young master, I have two letters for you."

The maid's repeated words made Desmond open his eyes slowly and turn around, "Oh Annie? It was a coincidence to see you waking me up. " He praised her with sincerity without being forced. This was also purely Desmond's compliment to Annie, who rarely took on tasks like this.

Annie's face twitched, she looked at Desmond without showing emotion or happiness, "Thank you, young master, for the compliment," Annie replied, her tone neither mocking nor complaining. She's like a robot that's used to questions like this.

Desmond doesn't care what Annie thinks or does; the most important thing is that he has already given his opinion. "So, what letter is that?" While asking, Desmond used his spell to open the curtains of the window.

A sudden wind entered Desmond's room; it then formed a small arm and pushed the window curtain to let in the sunlight.

Annie was a little dumbfounded when she saw this; she had a guess, but ...

Desmond also noticed the change in Annie's expression and explained to her, "That's right, I can now use spells without having to chant." Actually, I never chant when using a spell, Desmond thought to himself.

Indeed from the start, Desmond had never activated his spells with chanting. He had a system to help him, so why did he have to memorize the entire incantation notation? He just acts to look normal to other people. If he stood out too much, other troubles would surely come to him.

"A ... m..zing .." Annie exclaimed; she was expressing her surprise when she found out that her young master was someone who could activate spells without incantation.

According to Annie, these people are destined to have a bright and unlimited future; for example, Sieg is one who can activate spells without chanting.

"Well, it's no big deal; give me the letters." Desmond stretched out his hand awkwardly to Annie, who was dazed at the window curtain.

Annie then realized and handed the two letters to her young master, and after that, she left the room.

"..." Desmond

Unlike Laura, who had to wait for his orders to leave the room, Annie was the one straight away; she understood that this was an important matter without saying a word.

"I don't hate her, but I don't like her either." Desmond then sat in his chair and opened the first letter.

This letter's material is not the same as parchment; it uses knitting fleece to make it. The knit then becomes a paper that is the same as modern paper, but this paper is not as durable as parchment.

Also, this paper could only be written with a pen covered by energy. Otherwise, an ordinary pen would pierce the paper and make a hole.

Another good thing about this paper is that it is waterproof; unlike the parchment, where the writing will fade slightly when exposed to water, this paper is very resistant to water, even if it is submerged for several hours.

'Hello, Master Desmond. I would like to invite you to come to the palace to discuss matters concerning the upcoming academy, sender Elizabeth. ' While reading this letter, Desmond immediately looked down at the letter. Luckily there was no stamp, which meant the kingdom didn't suspect me.

He then thought of Elizabeth's other motive. Judging from the temperament, this must have something to do with the sudden arrival of the Grimm or something related to Clark, thought Desmond.

A year ago, Desmond initially didn't notice Elizabeth greeting him and just ignored her, but he suddenly remembered that upon seeing Clark's expression.

"Okay, I'll just decline." Even if Elizabeth came personally to his house to invite him, Desmond would still refuse. It's like going into a lion's den.

After reading the first letter, Desmond put it aside and looked at the second letter. He narrowed his eyes, and his expression became serious

The second letter is made of parchment; the parchments are also rolled by royal ribbons, which means this is an official letter.

Desmond then rolled up the parchment and found there was a stamp on it. Desmond didn't immediately read the sender's name; his eyes returned to the letter's beginning.

'Hello, the Desmond family. The letter you sent to your parents has been found. With this letter, we also wish to inform you that Master Witch Leona and Dual-Class Bastian, this time, are considered to have disappeared from duty, prime minister Sanders. '

Desmond dropped the parchment. His expression was blank after reading all the information from the parchment, "Fat ... her ... and..mot..her .." Desmond muttered while his memory suddenly returning to the scene where assassins intercepted them while at the port.

Desmond's expression then turned serious, "With this, officially, the assassins will target Alice and me." His tone of speech and the atmosphere around him was solemn; Desmond wasn't too worried about his parents, who had disappeared because he knew they were strong.

But if the assassins found out about this news, Alice would definitely be in danger. This was the only thing he worries about.

Desmond then clapped his hands to call the maid. Previously he had to snap his fingers, but now that his right hand was back and functioning normally, he could do it normally.

"Yes, young master." The maid who entered this time was not Annie; the maid immediately bowed and entered his room without knocking on the door.

"Bring me parchment, pen, and ink."

"Yes, yo-"

"Also, help me with this." Desmond just remembered his bald head; he looked awkwardly while pointing his finger at his head.

"Please wait, young master." The maid then chanted a spell on Desmond's head.

A magic circle suddenly appeared on his head and became one with it; every corner of the circle began to grow a small hair until it filled the entire head.

The maid continued to stretch out her hand while looking exhausted.

It just a lifestyle spells, but it looks like it used up a lot of energy, thought Desmond upon seeing the maid's pale expression in front of him.

"Done, young master, if you may excuse me ..." Desmond nodded and allowed the maid to leave.

Desmond then touched his hair and found that the length of it reached his hips

"This is unexpected ..." He did deliberately lengthen his hair so that it grew to his hips, but the incident in the ritual room made him depressed to start over.

Desmond stood in front of the mirror and turned to the left and right, "En, this is cool!" he felt in awe of himself, "So this is the sensation of being the young master of the novels I read." Unconsciously Desmond made several arrogant, disdainful, and mocking expressions.

Just as he was about to make Desmond's 'looking down' expression, he hear the sound of her maid footsteps; he hurried back to his chair and pretended to read the parchment note.

"Cough, cough."