Despair's Call (pt.3)

Alastor looked at his father who was smiling with satisfaction blankly. After years of being treated like this, Alastor was already used to his father's weird personality.

He did not feel anything wrong with it again. However, something strange was happening.

This little body was getting emotional easily. Little Alastor was feeling irritated over his mushy heart now. How ridiculous.

Heaving a soft sigh, Alastor sat down on his father's desk. His father looked at him, and similarly, Alastor was looking down at his father.

"Spit out the information about all of the maids that have been assigned to me recently."

"How brazen," Duke Radian chuckled before handing out a stack of papers to Alastor.

"Did you expect me to come here?"

"You are my son, although you are still lacking. I expected you to come here, but I wished you didn't."