Returning to Drkov's house, Daisy carried a bunch of things into the room. Arriving at the door, she put down the things again. She was about to open the door, but the door opened on its own.

Daisy was a little surprised to see the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walk out.

“Who are you standing in front of the first young master's room, the new maid?”

Before she could ask, the teenager spoke, his eyes sharp and his voice cold, not much different from Atlas.

Daisy ...