Sent to the Troops

"Bro..."

Seeing Ivan's furious expression, Arthur immediately wilted a little.

William, Halsey, and Yelena all spoiled Arthur terribly. Only Ivan, as his older brother, was exceptionally strict with him.

Of course, that wasn't because Ivan disliked Arthur. On the contrary, it was precisely out of familial concern that he was so strict with him.

Ultimately, Ivan didn't want Arthur to continue wasting his life away, nor did he want Arthur to take some crooked path in life.

"Bro... I'm sorry, but... could you calm down first? Our bodies may not get sick, but getting too worked up can still cause problems...

Don't you think?" Arthur said somewhat haltingly.

"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, Ivan merely snorted. Then he looked at his younger brother, who was now nearly as tall as him, and said sternly:

"Don't give me that smart mouth. Tell me! How many days have you gone without attending school? And did you just get handsy with Jona and the others again?

Hmm?!"

"I haven't gone for two days..." Arthur muttered softly, knowing he was in the wrong. But then he looked toward the two maids standing to the side and hurriedly waved his hands.

"But I didn't do anything filthy! Ask Jona if you don't believe me!"

"Is that so?" Ivan said, shifting his gaze to Jona.

Jona didn't dare meet Ivan's eyes. She could only lower her head and answer on Arthur's behalf. "Yes... Master."

Although Jona and the other maids were extremely annoyed with Arthur, they didn't hate him. Some of them even quite enjoyed being teased by him.

After all, Arthur's status and identity were right there. If they "successfully got into his bed," wouldn't that truly be a case of a wild chicken becoming a phoenix?

Besides, no matter how unreliable Arthur was, he looked