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"Conxion, come here!"

Merlin walked out of his room. The radiant sunlight shone upon him, rendering him a little uncomfortable. After making a slight estimation, he had already stayed in his room for a couple of days. Merlin, who had grown accustomed to the darkness, actually felt uncomfortable under the sun.

The maids were holding Conxion now. He played around in the wide field to his heart's content. Even if he heard Merlin's calling, he did not react to his father.

Merlin shook his head helplessly. Neither Conxion nor Celia was close to him; these two children had not called him even once until now.

Merlin was helpless in this matter.

Merlin strode toward Conxion and lifted him off the ground. The little guy was determined to resist Merlin; his small hands kept pulling and scratching Merlin. His actions had made many maids burst into laughter.

Merlin glanced at these maids and asked, "Where's Charise and Avril?"