“Don’t worry, my dear,” Wilma thought to herself, unable to hide the sadness etched across her face. She knew how much singing had been her daughter’s dream since childhood, and she couldn’t bear to let her lose that dream. “Master Tilcott will surely heal you soon.”As her heart filled with thoughts of hope and prayer, Marc’s voice, though soft, cut through her thoughts like an unwelcome guest. “Have you ever eaten a giant rambutan before?”“About this big.” Locking eyes with Rose, Marc raised his hand as though holding a spherical object slightly larger than a tennis ball. “Yeah, about the size of a soccer ball… Have you ever tried one?”While Rose furrowed her brows in confusion, Wilma could no longer suppress her anger. “You! What nonsense are you spouting?” Her tear-stained eyes widened menacingly, filled with fury.Wilma had never shown this side of herself in front of her daughter, but Marc’s absurd behavior pushed her over the edge. “Get out of here before I truly lose my pati

"Hey, hurry up! If you move this slowly, how can you help your boss make any money?" A woman in her forties, dressed in a formal work uniform, sneered as she fanned herself with a folding fan."I can’t understand how this inn even hired someone as slow as this." A girl in her twenties standing beside her shot a look of disgust, echoing the same complaint. "Mom, why do we even have to stay in this village? Shouldn’t we just go back home?"Not far ahead of them, Marc—wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers that made him look not only handsome but also professional—was struggling to carry three oversized suitcases while leading the way to their requested room on the fourth floor. Yet, he maintained a polite smile. "We’ll be there soon, ma’am."Three days ago, at Marc’s request, the mayor had promptly contacted several parties, both governmental and private, to expedite the rebuilding of the village. Most visitors came only for initial surveys before leaving.But today, these two w

The scream was so loud it echoed throughout the entire complex. Following the sound, Bachary unintentionally stumbled upon Marc’s location.“Mr. Belmont, what’s going on?” asked the butler, his face slightly panicked.“Nothing serious.” Shaking his head, Marc’s face remained calm, as if unconcerned about the old man’s cries of pain. “I’m just giving him a special treatment. He’ll be fine in a moment.”Bachary let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the explanation. However, when his gaze fell on the old man’s face, his expression abruptly changed. Shock was now clearly etched on his features. “Oh my! Are you…?”Before Bachary could utter another word, the old man, still writhing in pain, shook his head—a silent signal for the butler to stay quiet.“My apologies,” said Bachary, bowing his head.“You insolent brat, Marc! Are you trying to kill me?” The old man shot an annoyed glare at Marc after the young man finally lifted his index finger from the back of his neck, about a minute later.

As everyone remained stunned by the shocking state of the baron, a loud voice broke through their thoughts, adding to their confusion. "Who is he?"Their curiosity was soon answered when a young man in a blue t-shirt stood beside Thomas and casually placed his hand on the baron’s shoulder."Marc! What is he doing here?" Darla’s face hardened as her gaze locked onto the young man. "Who brought this fraud here?" She was about to act immediately when she noticed the butler arriving by Marc’s side shortly after."Bachary?” She hissed, her hands clenched in frustration. The question was clearly answered, it was the butler who had brought the young man to the manor. “What have you done?""Young man, I don’t care who you are or what your purpose is in coming to this manor. But if you have even a shred of respect left, remove your hand from His Lordship’s shoulder right now!" Joshua’s tone was stern, though his words remained polite despite his clear frustration at Marc’s audacity."Mr. Carbe

“Marc, how dare you attack Mr. Cumming!” Joshua could no longer stay silent. Pedro was a guest in the Quentin manor, and protecting him was the old man’s responsibility.“Mr. Carbey, he’s a fraud. He didn’t use any treatment on Lord Quentin. He used a spell.”When Marc had seen Pedro whispering into Thomas’s ear earlier, he also noticed the obese man’s hands hidden beneath his robe, making subtle gestures. “The movements are identical to those of the Taoist priest I defeated at the mayor’s residence,” Marc thought, recalling the encounter. Marc could have exposed Pedro’s trick right then but chose to wait to confirm that the same spell was being used on the baron.When Marc noticed Pedro whispering for the second time to the baron, he was certain the obese man was using the same spell the priest had used to control the small goblins.“If you don’t believe me, I can prove it to you.”Joshua waved his hand dismissively. “Enough of your nonsense! We’ve heard enough. You’ve insulted His L