Masters of the mansion

Life in the Malvin's mansion had been both stressful and peaceful. They no longer had to worry for what they would breathe, eat or drink as their masters took care of that.

They were barely paid anything but that didn't matter as the housing and resources they were being provided under the roof of this building accounted for way more than they could ever have imagined enjoying.

The head of the house, Jeong Young was a middle aged man who worked for major medical company in the city's capital. He was hardly home but when he returned, it called for a feast.

The lady of the house, Lady Sakura Young was a beautiful woman who looked like she had never had contact with any form of dirt all her life. Her pale skin and contrasting raven black hair made her look ethereal and out of reach for filthy mortals like Diana and her brother.

The few occasions where Diana caught sight of her made Diana wonder if the woman was mortal.

The family had one child as orchestrated by the STEM city laws which states that each family could only produce one child no matter what.

It was a criminal offence to break such rules made by the government after all it was created for the benefit of the citizens of the nation.

The human population was expanding but the land area of the city wasn't. It wasn't like they could colonize somewhere outside the giant cuboid called STEM. It was all designed by the use of the present population at that time and the possible estimation of the future population after the war but it seemed the human population was taking surprising routes that forced the government to limit the population to reduce poverty as much as possible.

Not that it helped the remote districts like the one they came from. Such laws didn't hold much value there, which is probably the reason why the rate of poverty in such districts was exceptionally high.

The Malvin's son, Young Iseul was a young boy in his mid teens.

He was a young, strong and good looking like his parents. He had the ability to make the maids drool which he basked in. Not that it mattered to him anyway. After all he could get almost every female of his age that he wanted.

Young Iseul was being trained and tutored in skills of martial arts by professional MMA fighters who had special abilities.

The entire 7th floor was dedicated to his training. It was converted to a large dojo for the boy's training.

Axel who cleaned the floors in the seventh floor would watch the boy train sometimes and was fascinated by the abilities of the tutors paid to teach the young master.

His tutor as Axel had heard, was Mr Fredrick Blake was a mixed martial artist who worked in the city's capital but had retired for his personal reasons but was now the personal tutor of the young lord.

"What are you doing standing there? " The well built boy growled at the trash standing in his training dojo. He had noticed the boy was staying longer than he should while cleaning.

"Huh? " The boy's big blue orbs slightly obstructed by the sweaty strands of his reddish hair, slightly widened at the question thrown at him.

" Yes you " He pointed at him.

The boy walked forward with his eyes glued to the marble floor and stood before him.

Young Iseul was towering at a height of 5'9 and he was just 15!

Axel however who was no more than 5'4 due to the severe malnutrition he had suffered earlier in his life, looked like a lamb before the lion while standing next to Young Iseul.

" Should you be here at this time? " He lowered his head tothe boy below him.

" Yes. My partner is sick today so I had to cover for both his shift and mine. " He still had his face glued to the floor as he should. Servants in this household were trained to never look their masters in the eye.

The floor cleaners worked in shifts. There was the morning shift who operated very early in the day and then there was the night shift that worked in the night after the Young lord had trained.

There was very little work for the person who worked in the morning but the evening shift had to clean the sweat and the mess made by the Lord after training.

Axel worked in the evening shift so had to deal with the Lord' mess. Truth be told, the morning shift was useless as he already cleaned everything in the evening. Why clean it again in the morning?

Even though the Lord still worked at night time in the dojo, that was a rarity.

" Have you been watching me? " He had his hands holding onto the joint of his waist as he questioned the servant.

" My Lord? " His head shifted to the left as he tried to understand the question thrown at him by the pompous boy.

" What's your name? " He asked Axel a shocking question.

Axel had no idea how the other houses were run but here, the servants did not relate with the owners of the mansion.

They were regarded as working machine's who lacked any form of emotions but total obedience and submission to the aythority of their employer.

Why would the Lord want to know his name?

"Axel" He whispered softly trying as much as possible not to annoy the boy.

Truth be told this boy standing before him could end his life and no one would question his choices.

Even if it got to the authority of the government , they could silence the law with money. Nothing was just in this world, only the rich.

He was practically working on pins and needles while conversing with this boy so he picked his words carefully, better still he didn't speak as much as possible.

" Axel, why have you been watching me train? " He sounded amused.

He crossed his hands around his chest as he bent his head lower to talk to the little thing before him.

"Do you perhaps wish to train and upgrade your tier? " A smile was evident in his voice as he bent slightly to the ear level of Axel and whispered into Axel's ears.

The boy's voice sounded literate and educated which was no surprise as he had recieved both formal education and combat education also.

To say his parents were preparing him to take over the entire nation was an understatement.

" Speak" He stated flatly sounding a bit annoyed that the boy was wasting his time.

Axel tried to find the right words that wouldn't offend his master.

" Have you lost your voice or should I help you speak? " The initially calm and collected boy now sounded pissed.