Back to the estate
"First," Marcus said, "our young master is the first son of Marquis Adrian Ornstein. However, the Marquis did not stay with him often and sent him to the estate rather than keeping him in the imperial capital."
Curiosity tugged at Seraphine, and she couldn't help but ask, "Can I ask why the young master was left alone? Why did the Marquis do this to him?"
Marcus sighed, his tone filled with sadness. "It is quite unfortunate, but after the young master was born, his mother died due to childbirth complications. This greatly angered the Marquis, and he began considering the young master to be a bearer of misfortune."
Seraphine was taken aback by this revelation. She hadn't been aware of this fact, as the original story only portrayed the young master's awful personality without explaining anything about his background or the reasons behind it. The only thing described in the novel was he consumes the demonic relic, which results in his twisted personality.
"Is there any information about this in the original story?" Seraphine mentally asked Alice. Since she does not clearly remember the details at the story's beginning.
Alice responded, "No, the novel lacks details about his past. It only focuses on his villainous actions," Alice replied, her virtual voice echoing in Seraphine's mind. "Based on my analysis of Damian's personality, it's clear that he lacked love and attention, leading to him taking the demonic relic to gain strength and seek attention from his father."
"Well, thanks for the answer, Alice," Seraphine replied, processing the newfound knowledge.
Marcus continued, revealing that the young master always tried to impress or seek attention from the Marquis, but his efforts were in vain. The Marquis consistently considered him a failure.
Seraphine discovered that Damian yearned for his father's approval but received only disappointment. It was a heartbreaking cycle that seemed to engulf the young master's life.
"It seems every villain has their own origin," Alice commented, almost as if contemplating the complexities of human emotions.
At first, Seraphine harbored a deep resentment towards Damian's character in the novel. His twisted personality, demonic powers, and status as the final boss made him a detestable figure in her eyes. She despised his every action and rooted for his defeat.
However, as Seraphine found herself immersed in the truth of his life, a newfound empathy began to stir within her. she couldn't help but feel a sense of pity and compassion.
Driven by a desire to change the narrative and offer Damian a chance, Seraphine hatred gradually transformed into a determination to help him break free from his wicked path. She yearned to alter the course of his life, to save him from the tragic fate that awaited him in the novel's pages.
Seraphine turned to Marcus with a genuine concern in her eyes. "Is there any way we could help the young master, Sir?"
Marcus paused, considering her question. "There is not much you can do directly, but I think you could help by providing him comfort or fulfilling his order. However, I cannot predict what kind of orders he will give you."
Seraphine nodded, understanding the limitations and hardships but still determined to make a difference in the young master's life.
"If the young master can change, everything has the potential to transform for the better," Seraphine thought optimistically, a glimmer of hope illuminating her thoughts.
Not too long after the discussion, the carriage finally rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance of the Ornstein estate. Despite its imposing size, the building seemed to bear the burden of its financial struggles. Parts of it appeared neglected and in need of repair.
"It's quite embarrassing to admit, but we've been facing financial difficulties due to the drought and plague that struck simultaneously," Marcus explained with a hint of weariness in his voice. "Unfortunately, the Marquis hasn't extended a helping hand to us in any way."
Seraphine's gaze softened as she observed Marcus. She could see the weight of responsibilities bearing down on him, and it saddened her to witness the strain he carried.
Summoning her courage, she respectfully asked, "Sir, may I inquire about your duties and how you assist the young master? It seems you shoulder much of the estate's burden."
Marcus seemed to relax a bit, his guard lowering further in the wake of their candid conversation. "Indeed, I take on a great deal of responsibility for both the young master and the estate. Despite being just fourteen, he's expected to manage and handle most of the work as if he were the full lord."
"Isn't he too young to bear such a burden?" Seraphine wondered aloud, concerned for the young master's well-being.
"It's his father's command that he handles everything himself," Marcus sighed, clearly frustrated by the Marquis's treatment of his own son. "His father seems to despise him, pushing every duty, blame, and burden onto his shoulders."
The carriage finally came to a halt at the main mansion, and Marcus opened the door, descending gracefully. He extended a hand to help Seraphine disembark, an act of respect befitting nobility and those they honored.
Uncertain of how to respond, Seraphine hesitated. As a mere slave, she felt unsure about accepting such a gesture from a lower noble like Marcus.
"Don't keep me waiting, Seraphine. Refusing my respect would be even more impolite," Marcus chided playfully, breaking the tension.
"I understand now, sir. Please excuse me," Seraphine replied, finding courage in Marcus's demeanor. She gingerly took his hand and stepped down from the carriage, feeling a small smile form on her lips as she sensed Marcus's genuine warmth.
"Now shall we go meet with the young master, Seraphine?" Marcus asked, his voice carrying a sense of anticipation.
"Yes, I am ready to meet the young master now, Sir Marcus," Seraphine responded, her voice filled with determination.
With their readiness affirmed, they entered the modest mansion, its humble surroundings and simple decor reflecting the family's financial limitations. Seraphine couldn't help but notice the absence of maids or other servants, underscoring the need for efficiency and self-sufficiency within the household.
As they walked through the hallways, Seraphine observed the worn carpet underfoot and the faded portraits hanging on the walls, hinting at a family that had fallen on hard times. The air carried a palpable sense of resilience, and Seraphine's determination grew stronger.
Finally, they arrived in front of the young master's room. Seraphine's heart fluttered, her hands slightly trembling, as she stood at the threshold of this pivotal moment. The door, though unadorned and showing signs of age, held the promise of an encounter that could shape her destiny.
Marcus turned to Seraphine, noticing her nervousness. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, offering a comforting smile. "Stay strong, Seraphine. Remember, your presence here has purpose," he whispered, his voice filled with encouragement.
Seraphine nodded, gratitude and determination shining in her eyes. With renewed resolve, she took a deep breath, centering herself.
"One more thing," he said, his tone serious. "When you enter the room, keep your face lowered and avoid direct eye contact with the young master unless given permission. Do you understand?"
Seraphine nodded, internalizing Marcus's advice. She understood the importance of respecting boundaries and adhering to the protocols of the household. Her focus sharpened, and she mentally prepared herself for the encounter that awaited her.
With the understanding established, Seraphine and Marcus shared a brief yet meaningful exchange of glances, reaffirming their mutual support. Then, with a steady hand, Marcus raised his own and gently knocked on the door, the sound reverberating through the hallway.
"Young master, I have returned," Marcus called out, his voice filled with respect and professionalism. The words hung in the air, signaling their presence and awaiting a response from the young master within the modest yet significant room.