The Most Proper Noble

Three hours later, Caroso slowly opened his eyes.

When he had first entered meditation, it had felt as though his head were about to explode. If he had chosen to sleep then, he would have felt much better.

However, the education he had received and the training he had endured would not allow him to do that. He endured the pain, and only after an hour of meditation did his condition return to normal. It took two hours to replenish his mana.

"Cough, cough..."

Caroso got out of his large bed, walked over to a table not far from his workbench, and picked up the breakfast milk the servants had just delivered.

Gulp. Gulp.

Though the milk had already gone cold, it was still just as sweet going down his throat.

[Holy crap, this kid is way too pitiful, isn't he?]

[When he first got into bed, I saw him frowning the whole time.]

[He was even breaking out in cold sweat from the pain.]

[As expected of Boss Caro. I'm going to learn from Boss Caro and get into Tsinghua University someday! I'll study after five more minutes of watching. Self-discipline!]

[That's not important. What matters is that for a normal Third-tier Card Maker making a three-star card, blue is already the limit. Purple cards simply can't be made in one go. None of our characters can do it. Everyone probably hasn't used low-tier Card Makers to make cards in a long time. If you try making an epic card, you'll find that two third-tiers are required even to have a chance of success. Boss Caro did it alone with a one hundred percent success rate... What a freak!]

"Everyone, I'm going to the royal capital." Caroso looked at the scrolling comments. "I can't bring Pandora's Eye with me this time, but my card-making skills are still here. We can keep working together, right?"

[Baby Caro, fly without fear! Mom will always follow you!]

[The royal capital... Holy crap, Mal Magic Academy. Will I get to see myself?]

[Now that you mention it, maybe.]

[Will I clash with Boss Caro then?]

[Who knows? So what if we clash? I'm a Boss Caro-only fan for life. If we clash, I'll beat myself to death.]

[You're really ruthless toward yourself.]

"I'll meet... you?" Caroso looked utterly bewildered.

Sometimes he understood what these scrolling comments said, and sometimes he did not.

Weren't they people from another world? Why would I meet them?

They seemed to have said before that they would take part in killing him.

[You handle your business first. We'll explain what a game is and why you'll meet me later...]

Caroso scratched his head.

[Holy crap, I don't know why, but even though Boss Caro is clearly a child, he usually acts like an adult. It's especially cute whenever he makes childish gestures. Is this called contrast?]

Caroso did not quite understand it either. Ever since these scrolling comments had appeared, he had started making many more childish movements.

"I won't talk to you all for now. I need to get ready."

With a wave of his little hand, the scrolling comments vanished.

His room was twice as large as Nimel's. It had a place for working, reading, eating, sleeping, changing clothes, and washing up. Everything a normal three-bedroom apartment had, he had here.

It could be said that a normal three-bedroom apartment was precisely Caroso's room.

Caroso first went to the washroom and took a shower. Then, wrapped in a bath towel, he walked to the sink.

He splashed his face with water, picked up the soap and spread it evenly over his hands, then rubbed it over his face for exactly one minute before washing the soap away with clean water.

His movements were exceptionally precise, without the slightest deviation, as if he were the most perfect nobleman.

Every single one of his movements could have been included in a noble etiquette textbook.

After cleaning himself up, Caroso went to the full-length mirror in the living room and casually opened his wardrobe.

Most of Caroso's clothes looked as though they had been copied and pasted from the same outfit.

Caroso put on a white shirt and black trousers, strapped two belts around his legs, and tucked a golden revolver into the side of his thigh.

Although Caroso had equipment cards as well, he had to consider all sorts of unexpected situations.

Finally, Caroso put on a black coat somewhat resembling a tailcoat and pinned on a translucent brooch symbolizing Kolia.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Caroso nodded.

He summoned a servant and requested lunch. After eating, Caroso began packing his things.

He stuffed two of every piece of clothing into his bag, and that was considered packed.

Caroso took a deep breath, picked up his bag, rallied his spirits, and left his room.

He did not know when he would return next, nor did he know what Mal Magic Academy would be like.

When he arrived in the living room, Caroso discovered that Nimel was already waiting.

Heavy dark circles hung beneath her eyes as she looked at Caroso with an uneasy expression.

Whether she would be sent away or not, Nimel did not even dare ask Osiris.

Compared to Caroso, Osiris was far more frightening.

"Father." Caroso set down his bag and gave Osiris an impeccable noble salute.

"Mm." Osiris crossed one leg over the other, set down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the coffee from the tea table, and took a shallow sip. "What sort of work did you create with Pandora's Eye?"

Caroso took the card from his pocket and showed it to Osiris.

Even with Osiris's experience, he was momentarily lost in thought.

"Interesting." A rare trace of a smile appeared on Osiris's face. "How many materials did you use, and how many attempts did you make?"

"Only one set of materials." Caroso did not answer Osiris's other question.

"I understand." Osiris did not press further. He set down his coffee cup and said to Caroso, "Leave the formula behind. Take the money and go to the royal capital. The airship is waiting for you."

"Yes, Father." Caroso took out a sheet of paper and handed it to Osiris, then accepted a magic crystal card from him.

Caroso turned to Nimel. "Let's go."

"Yes, brother."

Nimel nodded and followed in Caroso's footsteps.

As Caroso reached the door and opened it, Osiris slightly turned his head and watched Caroso's departing back from the corner of his eye.

After the two got into the car, Caroso returned to his usual self.

Without any tasks from the Netizens, he did not say a word.

Since he was not alone, he did not open the scrolling comments either, lest Nimel notice something unusual.

"Br-brother..." As though she had made up her mind, Nimel called out to Caroso in a voice barely louder than a rabbit's.

Caroso slowly turned his head and silently stared at Nimel.

Seeing Caroso's cold expression, Nimel inexplicably felt much more at ease.

"Will you... abandon me?" Nimel asked cautiously.

"I will not abandon you." As Caroso said this, he suddenly recalled what the scrolling comments had said yesterday. "But you will abandon me."

"Me? How could I possibly abandon you, brother? I don't even have the right to abandon you. I-I-I... Why would you say that, brother?"