Returning home, Mark enters the manor with his servants in toe. Among them was Cassidy, a curly haired butler and Mark's personal assistant.

Walking alongside him, Mark started to inquire about the latest news, which is more or less about the Cromwell family.

With a serious expression, Cassidy handed Mark various letters from his father, and some relatives overseas.

"What about mom?"

Mark asked, to which Cassidy replied.

"Milady is currently having business discussions with our shareholders. She might not be available till next week, according to her schedules."

Hearing that, Mark felt relieved and heaved a long sigh.

"That's good to hear." He responded with a grin. "And also, bring me the reports I've been asking about."

"As you wish, young master."

After that, Mark walked across the corridor alone. He didn't like servants following him around, Mark find it annoying. Thus, he ordered them to do other things which left them no choice but leave him be.

Satisfied, Mark pondered about a few things before running through the stairs. He then proceeded to take multiple turns in the corridor, and saw his room in the furthest side of the mansion.

However, he didn't immediately rushed towards his room and halted after a few steps. He heared something, beyond the door nearby, a powerful voice and violent thrashing.

Mark frowned, deciding to find out what was happening and went closer to the source. Inside the room, inaudible voices could be heard, shouting and crying. Just from these, Mark instantly knew what was happening and sighed.

'I'm not gonna deal with this.' He thought, walking away. 'To begin with, it's probably the servants fault.'

But he immediately stopped, silent, and contemplating properly. Mark grew as an elite class, groomed to be a heir, and future head of the Cromwell family. But despite that, he had never looked down on commoners or any of his servants. If anything, he respected them, looked up to the dedication they poured against the demanding work.

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So why would he abandon that kind of person?

"Tch...!" Mark clicked his tongue, visibly frustrated at the thought. "What am I doing right now?"

The fact that he was willing, even for a second to let things be. It really annoyed him, so Mark walked back and barged into the room. There he found a maid lying on the floor, severely beaten, but didn't resist as a woman punished her with a wooden rod.

"Stop it!" Mark shouted, glaring at his eldest sister. "What are you doing!?"

"If isn't it the impudent brother." She sneered, returning a hateful look. "Are you going to get in my way again?"

"The servants of this house belongs to the family head." Mark says, ignoring his sister's previous words. "Harming them, no matter the reason, is equivalent to destroying his property."

"So what?" She replied, smirking viciously at him. "You think the old man would care?"

"Not at all." Mark calmly admitted. "But, he would care what trampling his belongings meant."

His elder sister frowned.

"It would show he is not capable of taking care of them." Mark then smiled. "He is a prideful man, after all, I'm sure he wouldn't let that happen."

"Hmmph!" His sister snorted.

Mark was right, their father, despite his pragmatic and cold personality, possess a huge ego. If things like this became known, he would surely punish her without mercy.

Mark's sister knew that very well, so after a careful consideration. She sent them away, hateful, but couldn't do anything about the matter.

Mark then helped the maid stand up, escorted her to the door, before his sister suddenly spoke: "Mark, I'm not gonna let this slide."

"Me too." Mark replied coldly.

......

Carrying the maid on his shoulders, Mark inspected her body and found multiple bruises. He also noticed her pale complexion, and exhausted face that seemed overworked.

Thinking where to bring the maid, Mark determined she wouldn't get proper rest, if dropped on the servants quarter. She might even get scolded because of him, which Mark didn't want to happen. That's why, he brought the girl into his room and entered casually.

It was spacious and large, with a bed the size of his Mercedes-Benz. Laying the girl down, he observed her face which looked soft and cute, Mark had a sudden urge to pat her head. But that would be too impolite, and not something a gentleman would do.

Shaking his head, he contacted Cassidy to bring aiding supplies to nurse the maid when needed. Rest won't be enofad, and recovery would surely take a few days. Not to mention, she is risked being harrased by his sister.

With that in mind, he couldn't help but laugh for adding another of his problems.

"Whatever." Saying that, Mark reached for the nearby couch and sat comfortably.

He let his current problems fade at the back of his mind, drifting back to the events earlier. It wasn't anything special, Mark had always been an outgoing person. He was used to interacting with various kinds of people, both average and peculiar.

That said, he never expected that an act of walking around, shopping, together with Nicolaus and the two girl could be so much fun. Choosing things for himself, rather than having a custom made belongings according to the trends.

Not to mention, the complete serenity of those moments felt very nice, absent of any tension. Walking along the ocean of people, among the crowd, Mark felt he was one of them.

A normal person.

"Young master, I've brought everything you've asked for." After a long while of silence, Cassidy arrived.

With a response, he immediately entered and found the maid lying on Mark's bed.

Cassidy scowled, but didn't question anything and went by Mark's side. He placed an envelope down, containing the reports his master wanted.

Immediately after, Cassidy walked to accommodate the weakened girl, Using the supplies he brought.

Mark didn't paid it any mind, focusing on the report written as: "Findings on the world of immortals."

******

Yuriel was tired, but her face remained bright and focused. After clearing her head of the dream, forgetting, and having fun. She was now rejuvenated, with a fresh mind and ideas, ready to start brainstorming on what and how to create her dream world.

Although uncertain, Yuriel is now confident of the early concepts formed using her father's world. It's not enough, but Yuriel decided to take one step at a time. Right now, her task is to learn, gather knowledge, and perfect the idea in her head.