After Deon recovered from the mental damage caused by Vierenna, he decided to take her advice and rest for a while. He truly felt drained, not tired.

What awaited him was a cup of coffee with milk, his favorite drink, for breakfast.

“Can I even trust that clumsy maid?”

Nevertheless, Deon rested his head on the pillow, allowing himself to drift into a light sleep.

...

The sun rose in all its glory, spreading its warm rays over the world.

Deon had already woken up, feeling much better. He had changed from his sleepwear into casual black clothes from his wardrobe.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he combed his hair with his fingers, mimicking Vierenna's precise movements from the previous morning.

Satisfied with the results, he left his room and headed directly to the room where he had his first meal in this world. Though he couldn't recall the meal, as his mind at the time was still preoccupied with countless possibilities.

He moved through the now-familiar spiral staircase and the similarly designed hallways, which blended ancient architectural designs with advanced magical devices, such as motion-sensitive lights that adjusted brightness based on the space.

Deon knew a little about the various magical devices used daily in this world. He had to, as the main character Emlyn had worked in a magical device shop throughout the first volume.

That didn't change until the end of the volume, where luck favored him, elevating his chances as a commoner.

‘The thing is, I’m the one who made luck favor him more than anything else! But, who really knows?’

Deon arrived at the same room, where a massive redwood table adorned with intricate decorations reflecting the culture of this world stood.

The morning sun streamed through the large glass windows, reflecting off the white marble floor and giving the room a majestic ambiance, as if it were more than just a dining room.

Around the room, several servants cast glances at Deon as he made his way to the window overlooking the front garden. He didn’t want to sit while the breakfast table was still being prepared.

The servants exchanged what looked almost like shocked glances, as if unsure of what they were supposed to do.

Still, each of them maintained enough composure to continue their work professionally.

A certain figure flashed through Deon's mind, and he couldn’t help but feel pity for her.

“Good morning, young master.”

Interrupting his contemplation of the garden, a middle-aged man with a trimmed beard and neatly combed brown hair approached. His attire was that of a servant, but it was also different—shinier, as if its wearer didn’t soil his hands often.

“The breakfast table will be ready shortly, if the young master…”

“You weren’t in the room before?”

Deon interrupted the man, pointing out the fact he had noticed.

Deon had looked at every servant in the room upon entering, but this man hadn’t been among them.

He was surprised he could tell so casually and spoke without thinking.

‘Does this have to do with mana? Did my memory improve as Vierenna said?’

The servant's face twitched, but he responded with the same professionalism.

“The young master has sharp eyes. This humble servant indeed just arrived to greet his masters and deliver a message from the young lady.”

‘Vierenna?’

"The young lady tasked me with informing you that she will not be joining you for breakfast today or later in the day. She strongly advises you not to neglect your training and will meet you in the palace's back garden after sunset."

Deon almost laughed at the servant’s words. He found it impossible for Vierenna to leave such a professional message, given her unique personality.

He also admired the servant's ability to rephrase Vierenna's words in their current form.

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‘Or maybe I’m mistaken? Could she have actually delivered the message as the servant relayed it? Vierenna only acts freely around those she likes but formally with everyone else.’

"Very well. Do you know what she’ll be doing in the meantime?"

The servant bowed his head sorrowfully, giving the impression he had disappointed me.

‘So professional!’

"This humble servant does not know. The young lady's words were clear and direct."

He kept his head bowed.

‘Perhaps she’s trying to obtain the memory record she said she would bring?’

Deon still felt some guilt toward Vierenna, but what could he do?

He looked at the servant in front of him and addressed him.

"Alright, I didn’t expect you to know. You may leave now. Good work."

The servant bowed deeply, placing a hand on his chest.

"I am only doing my duty."

As he was about to leave, Deon addressed him again.

"Also, I’d prefer to receive such messages through my personal maid. You did well regardless."

The servant seemed saddened by my words, but he bowed respectfully again.

"This humble servant understands."

And he went on his way.

Deon resumed his contemplation of the palace's front garden, waiting for the breakfast table to be ready.

...

Soon enough, Deon was seated at the breakfast table, alone except for his personal maid, who had kept her promise by preparing the coffee with milk.

He had dismissed the rest of the servants from the room, following Vierenna’s example from the previous morning.

Yven stood across from her master, nervously watching him take his first sip of the hot drink she had prepared for the first time in her life.

She was tense, almost scared of the reaction her master might have. Unknowingly, she gripped her skirt tightly.

‘I can’t fail this time too.’

She hadn’t forgotten her disastrous mistakes earlier that morning, each of which could have been grounds for dismissal. Yet, her young master had only forgiven her.

‘Everyone makes mistakes!’

That’s what he had said.

Yven pondered those words all morning but couldn’t find them reasonable enough to justify forgiving her clumsy errors.

‘A personal servant embodies professionalism; mistakes are unacceptable.’

That’s what her mother had always said, having been the personal maid of Viktoria de Avila, Deon’s mother and the first lady of the Eirenios Household.

"How did you get this job?"

Yven nearly jumped at her master’s sudden question, having been so lost in her thoughts that she missed his reaction to the coffee with milk after tasting it.

‘How did I get this job? As a personal maid? Did I do something wrong? Am I going to be dismissed?’

"Don’t think too much. I’m just curious, considering your relatively young age."

Her master’s calm voice came again, as if reassuring her that her thoughts were far from the truth.

Nevertheless, she remained tense as she replied.

"I received news of my appointment from my mother… ah, from the first lady’s personal maid… and I started afterward."

In truth, Yven herself didn’t know why she had been given such a position. However, she suspected her mother had a hand in the first lady’s unusual decision.

"So my mother appointed you as my personal maid?"

Deon asked with great curiosity, unable to hide his interest in the matter.

"Yes, Master, I believe so."

Yven’s tension eased slightly as she noticed the current direction of the conversation, though she remained cautious.

"Did she tell you anything?"

Yven fell silent for a moment, not fully understanding the question.

‘Did she tell me something? The first lady?’

As the daughter of the first lady’s personal maid, Yven had interacted with her often. She recalled the first lady always being kind to her and teaching her many things, no matter how busy she was. But had she told her anything?

"The first lady, before her unfortunate passing, requested to see me. This was after I was appointed by her personal maid. Her words were, ‘Take care of my son.’ I will do my utmost to fulfill her orders."

Of course, at the time, her master hadn’t yet awakened, so she hadn’t officially started her duties until after his awakening ceremony. There was also more to the first lady’s words.

Her exact words had been, ‘Take care of my son. I believe you’ll do your job better than your mother.’

Yven couldn’t say this; she would seem desperate, even though she truly was. Her mother’s sudden death had left her alone in a world she knew little to nothing about.

"Since they’re my mother’s orders, I’ll rely on you."

Deon said as he took another sip of the hot, delicious coffee with milk.

Yven smiled brightly, and just as she was about to reaffirm her determination to fulfill her duties toward her master, he spoke first.

"You’ve done an almost perfect job with the coffee with milk."

Yven’s smile widened further, her green eyes gleaming with a golden light within them.

Her master seemed captivated by her eyes as he added,

"One thing: instead of adding honey after mixing the coffee and milk, add it just to the milk after frothing it. The sweetness is balanced as I like it. Great job."

‘How does he know all this just from tasting it?’

Despite her curiosity, Yven didn’t dwell too much on the matter. What occupied her thoughts was that she had finally done something right without embarrassing herself.

Thus, she bowed at a ninety-degree angle, renewing her resolve to herself and her master from that moment onward.

"Thank you for your praise, Master. I’ll make sure to prepare it according to your instructions next time. Your orders are always my priority."

She returned to her usual upright stance with steady composure as she waited for a response from her master, who looked at her with suspicion, almost discomfort.

Her earlier enthusiasm nearly crumbled under her master’s uneasy gaze.

She deduced that something about her words had made him uncomfortable and was about to ask, but her master spoke first.

“What’s your name and age?”

‘He doesn’t know? But he said he knew I was his personal maid!’

Despite her thoughts, Yven answered without allowing them to affect her outward expression.

“My name is Yven, and I’m three months away from becoming an adult.”

‘Not much left until I turn eighteen!’

Deon nodded at the uncommon name, murmuring it softly under his breath.

“You have a beautiful name; I like the sound of it.”

Yven’s smile lit up again.

“Thank you, sir. I like it too!”

“...!”

‘Why did you say that, you idiot!’

The young maid smile turned to embarrassment. despite Yven’s attempts to keep a neutral expression, the intense redness of her cheeks betrayed her outward appearance.

Deon smiled at the amusing sight and said nothing for a while, simply watching the entertaining display.

‘What an interesting girl.’