<p>Chapter Twenty-Two: Stop it, Young Master! </p>
<p>Naya Adelaide, Shaya’s biological younger sister, the most talented and youngest magic practitioner in the academy, a disciple of Sorceress Mevis, a 14-year-old Mage of the first level. </p>
<p>This means that while her peers were still struggling as magic apprentices, she had already surpassed both the magic apprentice and sorcerer stages, reaching the third major realm. </p>
<p>One can only describe it as leaving everyone else behind. </p>
<p>It’s like a web novel that Shaya read in his previous life, where the best cultivation genius in a sect, while most outer and inner disciples were still in the Qi Gathering stage—with an occasional foundation-building disciple being considered extraordinarily talented—had quietly cultivated to the Core Formation stage, then surprised everyone. </p>
<p>One must understand that before going to the Royal Capital with Sorceress Mevis, she had not even been exposed to magic, having several years of blankness! </p>
<p>It is hard to imagine that in the remote provinces, a talent like this emerged from the small territory of the Count of Adelaide. </p>
<p>At this moment, in front of so many people, Angelica questioned, “Is she the master of this house?” </p>
<p>Not really. </p>
<p>Deyora wanted to say so, but as a maid, she had no position to say “no” to Shaya’s sister, because reasonably speaking, Naya was also her master. </p>
<p>Even though over the years, Naya had been so cold to Shaya, even pretending not to have this relative, as long as she was alive, from a bloodline perspective, she was still the biological daughter of the former Count of Adelaide. </p>
<p>Young Master, where are you? </p>
<p>Watching the scene unfold, Deyora felt a surge of helplessness, her fingers grasping the hem of her skirt turning slightly white. </p>
<p>Even she didn’t know what to do now. </p>
<p>Agree? </p>
<p>If she did, the seal grant would be taken away, and the last trump card of the Young Master would be lost, which would have nothing to do with the title anymore. </p>
<p>Refuse? </p>
<p>But standing before her were the daughter of the Duke of Algeria and her other mistress, Shaya’s sister. </p>
<p>In the end, Deyora still lowered her head and refused their request: “I’m sorry, all matters must wait for the Young Master to return to discuss with him.” </p>
<p>“Heh, that’s not impossible, but you must first complete the punishment, and then discuss other matters,” Angelica said, hugging her slender arms, seemingly interested in the maid’s courage, her red lips pursing slightly, “After all, you hurt my favorite maid, um… Anna.” </p>
<p>“Miss, it’s Nina.” </p>
<p>Nina looked a bit awkward, quietly reminding from behind her. </p>
<p>“Slap!” </p>
<p>As soon as she finished speaking, a slap heavily struck her face, and the maid Nina appeared somewhat incredulous, quickly lowering her head and trembling. </p>
<p>Angelica’s narrow eyes looked over coldly and said, “Did I allow you to speak?” </p>
<p>The scene suddenly fell silent. </p>
<p>Angelica was completely unconcerned by the fearful glances of those around her, like a high and mighty superior who fully controlled the situation here. </p>
<p>Meanwhile, Naya remained indifferent, ignoring Angelica’s actions. </p>
<p>“Alright.” After a moment of silence, Deyora raised her head, bowed to Angelica again, her expression calm, maintaining the last dignity as Shaya’s maid, “If this will make you feel less angry.” </p>
<p>Saying that, she raised her hand high. </p>
<p>“Wait.” Angelica suddenly interrupted her, smiling gently, pointing to Nina’s swollen face, “Each hit must be as strong as I just did.” </p>
<p>… </p>
<p>By the time Shaya returned to the academy, it was close to noon. </p>
<p>In consideration of the students’ reluctance to pass through the lower town when leaving the upper city, the academy had a two-way teleportation array that directly reached outside the Royal Capital. </p>
<p>However, since a single teleportation required at least ten gold coins, the impoverished Shaya still chose to take a public carriage. </p>
<p>Even as a modern person, he couldn’t help but marvel at how vast the Royal Capital was, so large it seemed almost unthinkable for a city constructed in this era, hard to imagine how many humble commoners, as insignificant as straw, shed their unnoticed blood and sweat during its construction. </p>
<p>Passing through the bustling Rhine Street, the carriage stopped at the academy gate, and after paying three silver coins for the fare, Shaya stepped down. </p>
<p>Not wearing the academy’s knight uniform, he was momentarily delayed at the gatekeeper’s place until his identity was verified before entering the campus. </p>
<p>There were no classes that morning, so Shaya went straight back to his apartment. </p>
<p>But when he arrived at the apartment building, he found quite a few people gathered at the entrance, looking up at a certain spot. </p>
<p>What were they looking at? </p>
<p>Shaya felt puzzled. </p>
<p>“Excuse me.” </p>
<p>The crowd was a bit crowded, but when they recognized who he was, they all stepped aside. </p>
<p>At the same time, many who knew him were looking at Shaya with gleeful eyes, occasionally whispering to each other. </p>
<p>Upon sensing this and recalling the recent events, a pang of unease crept into Shaya’s heart, and his pace quickened significantly. </p>
<p>Finally reaching his floor, he discovered it was still packed. </p>
<p>“Move aside.” </p>
<p>At this point, Shaya’s expression had grown severe, and he didn’t want to waste any more time. </p>
<p>Just then. </p>
<p>“Hey, isn’t this the esteemed Lord Viscount?” </p>
<p>Sergey’s nagging voice came over. </p>
<p>Clearly, he was one of the onlookers who came to gloat, probably specifically to see Shaya make a fool of himself. </p>
<p>Seeing him, Shaya’s suspicions were further solidified, and he vaguely guessed that something might have happened at home. </p>
<p>He ignored the provocation, pushed through the crowd, and tried to return to his apartment quickly. </p>
<p>Deyora was the only one at home; if she ran into that woman Angelica… </p>
<p>A dark look flashed in Shaya’s eyes. </p>
<p>“Wait, don’t go, Shaya, your maid is…” </p>
<p>Sergey chuckled maliciously, reaching out to try to stop Shaya. </p>
<p>After all, the punishment hadn’t started yet. If he went now, it would lose some of its tension. </p>
<p>But the next moment, Sergey felt himself being lifted by the throat with one hand and slammed against the wall, making a loud “thump” sound, stone chips falling from the wall, creating a few cracks. </p>
<p>A sharp pain radiated throughout his back, Sergey tried to cough, but his throat was being harshly constricted by Shaya, making it difficult to breathe. </p>
<p>His face turned red, and his vision blurred. </p>
<p>In a daze, Sergey vaguely saw a face that was handsome yet somewhat twisted. </p>
<p>“If you want to die, you can pick another day; there’s no need to rush.” </p>
<p>Saying this, Shaya threw Sergey aside like garbage. </p>
<p>Then, he took a deep breath, his tone faintly laced with anger, and raised his voice: “Deyora! No matter what you’re doing or who you’re facing right now, I command you, stop it!”</p>
<p>Naya Adelaide, Shaya’s biological younger sister, the most talented and youngest magic practitioner in the academy, a disciple of Sorceress Mevis, a 14-year-old Mage of the first level. </p>
<p>This means that while her peers were still struggling as magic apprentices, she had already surpassed both the magic apprentice and sorcerer stages, reaching the third major realm. </p>
<p>One can only describe it as leaving everyone else behind. </p>
<p>It’s like a web novel that Shaya read in his previous life, where the best cultivation genius in a sect, while most outer and inner disciples were still in the Qi Gathering stage—with an occasional foundation-building disciple being considered extraordinarily talented—had quietly cultivated to the Core Formation stage, then surprised everyone. </p>
<p>One must understand that before going to the Royal Capital with Sorceress Mevis, she had not even been exposed to magic, having several years of blankness! </p>
<p>It is hard to imagine that in the remote provinces, a talent like this emerged from the small territory of the Count of Adelaide. </p>
<p>At this moment, in front of so many people, Angelica questioned, “Is she the master of this house?” </p>
<p>Not really. </p>
<p>Deyora wanted to say so, but as a maid, she had no position to say “no” to Shaya’s sister, because reasonably speaking, Naya was also her master. </p>
<p>Even though over the years, Naya had been so cold to Shaya, even pretending not to have this relative, as long as she was alive, from a bloodline perspective, she was still the biological daughter of the former Count of Adelaide. </p>
<p>Young Master, where are you? </p>
<p>Watching the scene unfold, Deyora felt a surge of helplessness, her fingers grasping the hem of her skirt turning slightly white. </p>
<p>Even she didn’t know what to do now. </p>
<p>Agree? </p>
<p>If she did, the seal grant would be taken away, and the last trump card of the Young Master would be lost, which would have nothing to do with the title anymore. </p>
<p>Refuse? </p>
<p>But standing before her were the daughter of the Duke of Algeria and her other mistress, Shaya’s sister. </p>
<p>In the end, Deyora still lowered her head and refused their request: “I’m sorry, all matters must wait for the Young Master to return to discuss with him.” </p>
<p>“Heh, that’s not impossible, but you must first complete the punishment, and then discuss other matters,” Angelica said, hugging her slender arms, seemingly interested in the maid’s courage, her red lips pursing slightly, “After all, you hurt my favorite maid, um… Anna.” </p>
<p>“Miss, it’s Nina.” </p>
<p>Nina looked a bit awkward, quietly reminding from behind her. </p>
<p>“Slap!” </p>
<p>As soon as she finished speaking, a slap heavily struck her face, and the maid Nina appeared somewhat incredulous, quickly lowering her head and trembling. </p>
<p>Angelica’s narrow eyes looked over coldly and said, “Did I allow you to speak?” </p>
<p>The scene suddenly fell silent. </p>
<p>Angelica was completely unconcerned by the fearful glances of those around her, like a high and mighty superior who fully controlled the situation here. </p>
<p>Meanwhile, Naya remained indifferent, ignoring Angelica’s actions. </p>
<p>“Alright.” After a moment of silence, Deyora raised her head, bowed to Angelica again, her expression calm, maintaining the last dignity as Shaya’s maid, “If this will make you feel less angry.” </p>
<p>Saying that, she raised her hand high. </p>
<p>“Wait.” Angelica suddenly interrupted her, smiling gently, pointing to Nina’s swollen face, “Each hit must be as strong as I just did.” </p>
<p>… </p>
<p>By the time Shaya returned to the academy, it was close to noon. </p>
<p>In consideration of the students’ reluctance to pass through the lower town when leaving the upper city, the academy had a two-way teleportation array that directly reached outside the Royal Capital. </p>
<p>However, since a single teleportation required at least ten gold coins, the impoverished Shaya still chose to take a public carriage. </p>
<p>Even as a modern person, he couldn’t help but marvel at how vast the Royal Capital was, so large it seemed almost unthinkable for a city constructed in this era, hard to imagine how many humble commoners, as insignificant as straw, shed their unnoticed blood and sweat during its construction. </p>
<p>Passing through the bustling Rhine Street, the carriage stopped at the academy gate, and after paying three silver coins for the fare, Shaya stepped down. </p>
<p>Not wearing the academy’s knight uniform, he was momentarily delayed at the gatekeeper’s place until his identity was verified before entering the campus. </p>
<p>There were no classes that morning, so Shaya went straight back to his apartment. </p>
<p>But when he arrived at the apartment building, he found quite a few people gathered at the entrance, looking up at a certain spot. </p>
<p>What were they looking at? </p>
<p>Shaya felt puzzled. </p>
<p>“Excuse me.” </p>
<p>The crowd was a bit crowded, but when they recognized who he was, they all stepped aside. </p>
<p>At the same time, many who knew him were looking at Shaya with gleeful eyes, occasionally whispering to each other. </p>
<p>Upon sensing this and recalling the recent events, a pang of unease crept into Shaya’s heart, and his pace quickened significantly. </p>
<p>Finally reaching his floor, he discovered it was still packed. </p>
<p>“Move aside.” </p>
<p>At this point, Shaya’s expression had grown severe, and he didn’t want to waste any more time. </p>
<p>Just then. </p>
<p>“Hey, isn’t this the esteemed Lord Viscount?” </p>
<p>Sergey’s nagging voice came over. </p>
<p>Clearly, he was one of the onlookers who came to gloat, probably specifically to see Shaya make a fool of himself. </p>
<p>Seeing him, Shaya’s suspicions were further solidified, and he vaguely guessed that something might have happened at home. </p>
<p>He ignored the provocation, pushed through the crowd, and tried to return to his apartment quickly. </p>
<p>Deyora was the only one at home; if she ran into that woman Angelica… </p>
<p>A dark look flashed in Shaya’s eyes. </p>
<p>“Wait, don’t go, Shaya, your maid is…” </p>
<p>Sergey chuckled maliciously, reaching out to try to stop Shaya. </p>
<p>After all, the punishment hadn’t started yet. If he went now, it would lose some of its tension. </p>
<p>But the next moment, Sergey felt himself being lifted by the throat with one hand and slammed against the wall, making a loud “thump” sound, stone chips falling from the wall, creating a few cracks. </p>
<p>A sharp pain radiated throughout his back, Sergey tried to cough, but his throat was being harshly constricted by Shaya, making it difficult to breathe. </p>
<p>His face turned red, and his vision blurred. </p>
<p>In a daze, Sergey vaguely saw a face that was handsome yet somewhat twisted. </p>
<p>“If you want to die, you can pick another day; there’s no need to rush.” </p>
<p>Saying this, Shaya threw Sergey aside like garbage. </p>
<p>Then, he took a deep breath, his tone faintly laced with anger, and raised his voice: “Deyora! No matter what you’re doing or who you’re facing right now, I command you, stop it!”</p>
