Chapter 22: Command you to stop!

Nia Adelaide, Char's younger sister, the most talented and youngest mage practitioner in the academy, the disciple of the Archmage Mavis, a 14-year-old first-tier mage.

(note: Archmages are powerful spellcasters dedicated to the study of the arcane arts. Benevolent ones (maybe) counsel kings and queens).(and usually quite old).

In other words, while most peers were still striving as magic apprentices, she had already surpassed the apprentice and sorcerer stages and reached the third realm.

It can only be described as unparalleled.

It's like the web novels Char had read in his previous life, where the most exceptional cultivation genius in a sect silently cultivated to the Foundation Building stage while most outer and inner disciples were still in the Qi Condensation stage, occasionally being considered remarkable if they reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

You see, before accompanying Archmage Mavis to the royal capital for training, Nia hadn't even touched magic. She had several years of blank period!

It's hard to imagine that in the secluded territory of the Adelaide Viscount's family, in a remote province, such an extraordinary magical talent emerged.

At this moment, in front of so many people, Angelica posed the question, "Is she the owner of this house?"

No, she isn't.

Dahlia wanted to say that, but as a maid, she had no standing to utter a "no" to Char's own younger sister because, logically speaking, Nia was also her mistress.

Even though Nia had been so cold towards Char over the years, even pretending not to have any relationship with him, as long as she was alive, from a bloodline perspective, she was still the legitimate daughter of the former Viscount Adelaide.

Young Master, where are you?

As Dahlia watched this scene unfold before her, a sense of powerlessness crept into her heart, and her fingers gripping the edge of her skirt turned slightly pale.

Even she didn't know what to do now.

Should she agree?

If she did, the letter of appointment would be taken away, and the last trump card of the young master would be lost, severing any connection to the title of viscount.

Refuse?

But standing before her was the daughter of the Grand Duke of Althia, as well as her other mistress, Char's own younger sister.

In the end, Dahlia still lowered her head and declined their request, saying, "I'm sorry, but please wait for Young Master to return and discuss all matters with him."

"Heh, that's not entirely impossible, but you must first complete your punishment before discussing anything else." Angelica crossed her slender arms, seemingly developing some interest in the maid's courage, her red lips pursed slightly. "After all, you've harmed my favorite maid, hmm... Anna."

"Miss, it's Nina."

Nina's expression became somewhat embarrassed as she quietly reminded Angelica from behind.

"Smack!"

Just as she finished speaking, a resounding slap landed heavily on her face. Nina appeared incredulous, then quickly lowered her head, trembling in fear.

Angelica's narrow eyes turned towards her coldly and said, "Did I give you permission to speak?"

The scene fell silent in an instant.

Angelica paid no attention to the surrounding people's fearful glances. She carried herself like a superior, completely in control of the situation.

Meanwhile, Nia remained indifferent, showing no reaction to Angelica's behavior.

"Alright," after a moment of silence, Dahlia raised her head and, with a calm expression, looked at Angelica. She bowed once again, maintaining her dignity as Char's maid. "If this can make you feel less angry."

Having said that, she raised her hand high.

"Wait," Angelica suddenly interrupted her, letting out a soft laugh. She pointed at

hmm... naina's swollen face. "Each strike should be as forceful as the one I just delivered."

....

When Char returned to the academy, it was close to noon.

In fact, considering that the students might be reluctant to pass through the lower city when leaving the upper city, there were teleportation arrays within the academy that provided two-way transportation to the capital city. However, a single teleportation required at least ten gold coins, so the impoverished Char chose to take a public carriage.

Even as a modern person, he couldn't help but exclaim that the capital city was truly enormous. It didn't seem like a city that could be built in this era's background. It was hard to imagine how many humble commoners, as insignificant as straw, shed unnoticed blood and sweat during its construction.

Passing through the bustling Rhine Street, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the academy. After paying the fare of three silver coins, Char got off the carriage.

Since he wasn't wearing the academy's knight uniform, he was slightly delayed by the gatekeeper for identity verification before entering the campus.

There were no classes scheduled for this morning, so Char went straight to the apartment.

However, when he arrived at the bottom of the apartment building, he noticed a crowd of people gathered at the entrance, looking up at a certain spot.

What are they looking at?

Char felt some confusion in his heart.

"Excuse me, please."

The crowd was a bit crowded, but after they clearly saw who it was, they all made way.

At the same time, many people who knew him were looking at Char with a gleeful expression, occasionally whispering a few words.

Noticing this, and recalling the recent incident, he felt a sense of oppression in his heart, and his footsteps quickened.

Finally, he arrived, only to find it still packed with people.

"Move aside."

At this moment, Char's expression turned stern; he didn't want to waste any more time.

Just then.

"Oh, isn't this the esteemed Viscount?" Sergei's voice, still lingering, reached his ears.

Clearly, Sergei was also one of the onlookers who came after hearing the news, probably specifically to witness Char's embarrassment.

Seeing him, Char's speculation became even more certain, and he vaguely guessed that something had happened at home.

Ignoring Sergei's provocation, Char pushed through the crowd, wanting to quickly return to his apartment.

Currently, only Dahlia would be at home. If she encountered that woman, Angelica...

A shadow of darkness flashed in Char's eyes.

"Wait, don't leave, Char. Your maid is currently..."

Sergei laughed gleefully, reaching out his hand to stop Char.

After all, the punishment hadn't started yet. If he went over now, it would reduce some of the tension when the conflict erupted later.

But in the next moment, he felt his throat being grabbed and lifted by a single hand, forcefully pressed against the wall with a dull thud. Chunks of debris fell from the wall, revealing a faint crack.

Intense pain radiated through his back, and Sergei tried to cough, but Char viciously suppressed his throat, making even breathing difficult.

His face turned red, and his vision blurred.

In a daze, Sergei vaguely saw a face that was delicate yet somewhat ferocious.

"If you want to die, you can choose another day. No need to be in such a hurry."

With that, Char forcefully threw Sergei aside like garbage.

Then, he took a deep breath and, with a hint of anger in his voice, shouted loudly, "Dahlia! No matter what you're doing right now or who is standing in front of you, I, this young master, command you to stop!"