This Sequence Really Is Flawless

"Lord Flor, what's wrong with the young master?"

"It's nothing serious, he's just on the verge of a mental breakdown." Flor waved his hand, then looked at the worry and astonishment on the face of the Jeans. "Don't worry, I've seen this kind of scene several times, and every heir has pulled through."

Jeans:...

What if we don't make it through this time?

"A fine junior!" Flor stood before Aaron, looking directly into his eyes. "You don't need to study this course."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"When it is true."

"I'm here to relieve the psychological pressure on the heir." Flor extended his right hand. "Let me introduce myself, Flor Gaius, your psychiatrist."

I will adjust your schedule based on your mental state, and you will come every three days thereafter. I will ensure your mental health.

Aaron gave a wry smile. "I have to admit, the arrangements were really thorough."

"That's a must."

The order in which these Secret Chamber were arranged was my design, and it was perfected over a thousand times.

Aaron covered his face and laughed, his laughter filled with a maniacal madness uncharacteristic of a child. "I'm only twelve years old, how could you be so ruthless?"

"People have many standards for judging merit, but sometimes age is the least relevant factor, and you should be able to clearly understand this," Flor said calmly. "The world is never short of geniuses, and some people can even easily defeat me at your age."

"Tch," Aaron rolled his eyes. "Don't you guys have any conscience?"

"No, we've all died hundreds of thousands of times."

"You're talking about conscience with a dead person? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"You..."

"Young Master, please calm down," Jeans comforted him. "Lord Flor is, after all, your ancestor."

"Calm down my ass! Do you know how many blows my fragile heart has suffered along the way?" Aaron cursed, venting his resentment.

Flor sighed calmly, then snapped his fingers, and the twenty-ninth door slowly opened.

"Enter! This Secret Chamber is yours."

There are no agencies, no surveillance; you can do whatever you want, whatever you wish.

"Just use the key to open it when you want to."

Aaron gave him a deep look, then turned and went inside without looking back.

Jeans hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.

As the two entered the gate, the gentle lights instantly turned on, illuminating the Secret Chamber.

This Secret Chamber is particularly spacious, with no black stone pillars in the middle, and twenty-eight lifelike statues on both sides.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron clicked his tongue, reached out and stroked one of the sculptures, and couldn't help but sneer, "Looks like they know they've wronged me!"

"Young Master," Jeans swallowed, "They really went too far. My plan was that you could choose a maximum of six courses, but I didn't expect it to increase by almost double."

"They're the kind of people who force you to buy or sell, and they take advantage of your age. They don't care about your feelings at all, young master."

"If you said that to their faces, I might think more highly of you."

Jeans chuckled awkwardly. "They are your ancestors. I'm just an ordinary Butler. How could I possibly go against their decisions?"

"Then stop talking nonsense, it's pointless."

"But the head of the family still has a certain say," Jeans suddenly said.

"What's the meaning?"

"Young master, your ancestors did indeed achieve great things and are worthy of respect."

However, the Gaius family patriarch is the most powerful in the current generation, and he can forcibly remove courses you don't like simply by giving the order.

"Do you think we should..."

"There's no need for that," Aaron said immediately. He was certain that if he dared to ask his parents for justice, his little secret would be ruined.

Besides the classes he has to take, there might be other elective courses available, so he wouldn't make things difficult for himself.

"Cough cough!"

What I mean is that it's all because my ancestors thought highly of me.

I understand that temporary grievances can bring long-term benefits, and I have no reason to refuse.

Hearing this, Jeans paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction, "Young Master has grown up!"

"Okay! Go outside for a bit, let me be alone for a while."

"Yes!"

Jeans was talking about the thirtieth door.

"Not this one." Aaron stopped him, pointing to the door they had come in through. "I'm not asking you to come in."

Jeans raised an eyebrow, asked no further questions, and returned to the twenty-eighth Secret Chamber.

As the door closed, Aaron could no longer hold back, and his face turned extremely pale.

He slowly put down Abei, whom he was holding in his arms, and then completely broke down, squatting in the main hall and wailing. His pitiful cries vented his anger, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

He looked at the twenty-eight statues in the room and took a deep breath. "Beast, Moriguchi, you old bastard, you old codger, you son of a bitch, I thank your ancestors for eight generations..."

It seems like something strange has gotten mixed in.

But that didn't matter. Aaron pointed at each of the ancestral statues and spewed out a string of nationalistic insults for a full ten minutes, each one different.

Even after he finished cursing, he still felt somewhat unsatisfied.

He pulled out two Wand and unleashed a barrage of Magical Energy at the statues as if it were free.

This time he didn't hold back and went all out. The statues were Severing Charm, and then Severing Charm into powder.

A violent explosion came from inside the door, and Jeans ' face twitched uncontrollably.

He knew Aaron must be feeling very wronged, but he never expected him to be so wronged. In all his twelve years, he had never seen his young master lose his temper like this.

"Not bad!" Flor said calmly. "It was worth all the effort I put into building this house."

"But... isn't this too disrespectful to our ancestors?"

"Respect?" Flor chuckled and shook his head. "Respect depends on the situation. Besides, this was a decision I made with those old fogies while I was still alive. Some of them even complained about why I wasn't born a few hundred years earlier."

The facts prove that even they themselves couldn't stand their own actions.

Upon hearing this, Jeans took a long time to recover, but he still found it hard to accept.

"Don't worry." Flor tapped his temple and explained, "That Secret Chamber is connected to my memories, the memories of a Holy Magus who is proficient in mind magic."

My initial plan was that as long as I didn't completely perish, everything inside would return to normal after the people in the room came out.

As for what happened Secret Chamber, as long as you don't say anything, no outsider will know.

"Can..."

"Stop talking so much nonsense!" Flor said unhappily. "I am his ancestor. I arranged that room for a reason. If this resentment is not vented, it will affect his studies."

Moreover, some qualified heirs had come here before him.

I remember the most extreme one; he cursed for two whole hours and smashed things for over an hour.

Judging from this, Aaron seems to be the more composed type, considering he's under several times the pressure of the others.

Jeans:...

More than half an hour later, Aaron came out of the room.

Jeans and Flor both looked at him and found that he was much more relaxed and his mental state had improved considerably.

"How are you feeling?" Flor asked with amusement.

"That feels good." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, then thanked him sincerely.

"It's alright. After all, you are my descendant, so it's only right that I care."

The twenty-seven ancestors you encountered before were only a little tougher on you because they didn't know what the last few Secret Chamber were.

So please don't blame them.

After all, they all know what you're going to do in the twenty-ninth Secret Chamber. You're even going to betray your master and ancestors, so there's no need for us to worry about so much.

Aaron gave an awkward laugh. "If they had been a little more polite, I wouldn't be so upset."

"Aaron Gaius!"

"Ooh!"

"You need to understand your own position. Do ancestors need to be polite when speaking to unworthy descendants?"

Aaron:...

It seems that it is indeed not necessary.

"Alright, I'm a little tired, you guys can leave now!"

If you're interested, you can check out the later parts; it won't hurt.

After Flor finished speaking, his figure quickly disappeared.

Let's go!

Aaron shrugged and returned to the twenty-ninth Secret Chamber.

But the fact that the sculptures were perfectly intact left him somewhat dumbfounded.

"This is... this is absolutely incredible!"

What does this mean? Does it mean I'm completely trapped in their grasp?

"Um... Flor said that the room will Reparo after we leave this Secret Chamber."

Young master, you can't be so willful like that again.

And you have to give those who come after you a chance to vent their emotions!

Aaron sat down on the floor, somewhat speechless. After a long while, he finally looked up and asked, "Do you have any wine?"

Jeans paused for a moment, then burst into ecstasy, "Yes, yes, yes, this is definitely here, this must be here."

The next Secret Chamber is number thirty, which contains all kinds of fine wines; young master, you can drink as much as you like.

Aaron took a deep breath, stood up with a wry smile, and said with a touch of nonchalance, "No wonder drinking is a must for every patriarch. This order of events is truly... impeccable!"