"You have quite an imagination, Young Master Chille."

Gently pushing aside Chille's slender figure,

Delfina Delettrez Fendi rubbed her slightly warm and tingling earlobe, then looked down at the young count with cold and lustful eyes,

"Humans like you cannot win."

"We still have to give it a try, just in case, right?"

Not paying any attention to the other's denial and ridicule, Chille blinked his beautiful rose-red pupils and pointed to a small snake imprint on his neck - the contract.

"And before that, whether you like it or not, Delfina Delettrez Fendi, you must always accompany me and protect me, right?"

"Yes, Young Master."

Slightly squinting her eyes, Delfina Delettrez Fendi tightly stared at the iris purple mark on her cheek. She couldn't help but curl her lips in a shallow smile.

"I will always be by your side, until the end."

Taking the black velvet choker with the embroidered golden iris from the bedside cabinet, she carefully wrapped it around the young count's slender neck, meticulously hiding the imprint of her contract with Chille.

This was something that must not be seen by others,

at least she wouldn't allow others to see.

"Very well."

Chille approached and lightly pecked Delfina Delettrez Fendi's cheek with his soft, pale pink lips, then with a spoiled and coquettish tone, he lightly hummed,

"A reward for you."

Her heart skipped a beat, but the servant maid remained calm and composed as she skillfully tied the velvet ribbon into a beautiful and delicate bow at the young count's collarbone.

"You need to pay more attention to your demeanor and behavior as the Count of the Lorraine Lande in the Empire, so as not to embarrass yourself and the Moran Empire."

Lowering her head, Delfina Delettrez Fendi pursed her red lips,

"The behaviors just now are absolutely not acceptable in front of others. Please remember that."

"What about in front of you?"

Leaning against the young lady, Chille chuckled lightly,

His slender white fingertips tapped against her chest, mischievously blowing a sweet and affectionate breath into her ear.

"My dear Delfina Delettrez Fendi?"

She clenched her fist secretly.

The maid knew that this little bastard was deliberately teasing her.

He enjoyed seeing everyone, especially her, embarrassed in front of him.

Just a toy.

A despicable and rotten personality.

...

In the dining room,

On the light pink walls hung the coat of arms of the Iris Longsword family and portraits of the ancestral lineage of the Lorraine Lande throughout the years.

In the brick fireplace, the apple wood burned quietly, spreading a faint scent of smoke and fruit.

"What's on the agenda for today?"

Using a silver dining knife to cut the crispy smoked bacon, Chille looked sideways at Delfina Delettrez Fendi, who was dining with him at the same table.

Although it was against etiquette for the master and the servant to eat together, Chille didn't care about such matters.

"After breakfast, you need to meet with Professor Adas Amityche, a specialist in ancient history, to study the history of the Moran Empire's Borg Dynasty."

"Borg? How many years ago was that? I remember the current Moran Empire queen's surname is Fran, right?"

With a slight curl of his lips, Chille stopped his knife in his hand, a hint of annoyance and resignation flashing through his eyebrows.

Just thinking about those long and smelly names made his head start to ache, and he couldn't help muttering under his breath,

"What's the use of studying those outdated and decaying things for me?"

"Please mind your words and etiquette."

Perceiving Chille's frustration and hatred keenly,

Delfina Delettrez Fendi narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly, with a mischievous malice in the corner of her mouth, like a sly red fox who had stolen grapes.

"As a member of the Lorraine Lande family, which originated from the Wintord Dynasty and went through the Borg Dynasty, as the current Count of Lorraine Lande, you must remember the history of our family."

"And so what?"

Delfina Delettrez Fendi's smile turned even sweeter, but the corners of her eyes revealed a playful malice."In aristocratic social circles, the topics of conversation always revolve around literature, history, and art. If Lord Chille knows nothing during these conversations, not only will he be mocked for his lack of education, but it will also tarnish the reputation of the Lorraine family."

"Thank them," Chille said with a resentful bite on the bacon on his silver fork. His small, hamster-like cheeks puffed up.

With a vague sneer, he grumbled, "And then what?"

"Your distant aunt, Lady Tiagov, sent a letter yesterday, arranging to meet with you this afternoon... Oh, Master Chille, don't you remember?" the maid asked.

"Cough~ I forgot because there were too many things happening," Chille replied flatly after taking a sip of Earl Grey tea. It was only then that he regained his senses, showing a hint of confusion.

"Who?"

"Your distant aunt, Lady Tiagov."

"I know the name, you just said it," Chille raised an eyebrow and repeated the name silently in his mind. Still, his mind remained blank, and he pouted slightly.

"So who is she?"

Raising his pinky finger to scratch his temple, Delfina Delettrez Fendi felt a little troubled. It was only now that she realized the young Earl could not remember names, and she didn't know how to describe Lady Tiagov to him.

"Do you remember her last greeting gesture?"

"Huh?!" Chille blinked his beautiful yet confused red eyes. Then, he locked his brows as he watched the maid imitate Lady Tiagov's actions.

"Ah! My poor Chille~"

Like a lion pouncing on a rabbit, she exaggeratedly opened her arms like wings. The maid pouted her red lips and hugged Chille tightly.

"Delfina Delettrez Fendi, how dare you!" he exclaimed, slightly panicked, as he backed away, completely forgetting how he used to tease others.

"Remember your position and manners," Chille, with a slightly flushed face, resisted and placed his hands on Delfina Delettrez Fendi's shoulders, pushing her away from him. At the same time, his mind vividly recalled Lady Tiagov's soft, large, round bosom that was full and fragrant with the scent of roses.

"Cough!"

Clearing his throat, Chille regained his usual arrogant and composed posture, waving his hand dismissively.

"Reply saying that I'm not at home."

"It's probably too late for that, my lord," Delfina Delettrez Fendi replied, resuming her normal demeanor.

"That Lady Tiagov is probably already on her way to the estate."

Clip-clop...

The majestic Steibert horse galloped on its four hooves, the carriage wheels rolling heavily on the muddy suburban road after the rain. A black carriage adorned with rose decorations burst through the deep fog in the woods.

"Serena, we will be visiting your cousin, Earl Chille Lorraine, later, and I will ask him to let you stay for some time," Lady Tiagov said, pressing her hands firmly on her daughter Serena's shoulders, staring intently into her clear, emerald eyes.

"During this time, you must foster a good relationship with him, preferably to the point where you can stay by the young Earl's side forever."

"Mother!" Serena's face blushed slightly, showing some resistance, but in the end, she nodded.

"Serena, remember my words. You must strive to stay there. No matter what news you hear afterwards, do not return to Roseham County."

The pale yet faintly flushed beautiful woman hugged her daughter, her voice gentle but slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of strangeness.

"Mother will always love you."