Inside a dark, cramped, dim room, in the deepest parts of Locke Castle, a secret space for Viscount Vig, two men sat facing each other. The first was Viscount Vig himself; the second was…

"Sir Chiffon, does sister Vanessa know about this?"

"She is well aware."

Vig grimaced.

"Was it just recognizing that it could jeopardize their position in the future?"

"She couldn't do anything about it; she didn't even have a chance to respond."

"Is there anything else to it? This is the first time I've even heard of him!" Vig furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you have any more information on him?"

"That's not surprising. He was a dung cleaner till not long ago."

"What?" Vig couldn't believe it.

"He wasn't allowed to set foot inside the mansion since he was born. Then he suddenly had this huge aptitude for mana before he was even ten years old, like everything else was all a lie."

"How does that make any sense?"...