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"So, how should we solve this problem, Runa?" A teenage boy with an extraordinarily handsome face smiled at the girl named Runa.

Hearing this, Runa looked at the teenage boy's face with a puzzled expression.

"Young master, I'm completely confused."

"Can you help me understand it?" She bowed her head sadly, her tone pleading.

Observing her distress, the teenage boy sighed and swiftly grabbed a piece of paper and a brush.

He began drawing something on the paper, hoping to provide clarity and find a solution.

"This is the answer," he said, handing the paper to Runa with a helpless expression.

"Thank you, young master!" Runa's eyes lit up, eager to take the paper.

However, the boy raised his hand, signaling for her to stop.

"This is the last time, you know?"

"I won't assist you anymore in the future."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to grow and learn on your own." He spoke with a slightly serious tone.

Upon hearing this, Runa's initially joyful expression swiftly transformed into one of dejection and gloom.

"Of course, if you've genuinely made an effort and can't find the answer, I'll assist you," the teenage boy said with a gentle smile, stroking Runa's hair.

Runa's expression transformed once again, savoring the boy's caress.

"Hehehe, you're the best, young master~" Unnoticed by the teenage boy, Runa immediately embraced him gently, nestling her head against his chest.

"How old are you? And why do you still seek such affection?" He smiled helplessly, reciprocating the girl's embrace.

"Well, I'm already fifteen years old, you know?" Runa looked at the young man excitedly, once again nuzzling her head against his chest.

"Then why do you still yearn for childish coddling?" He softly stroked her hair and inquired.

Upon hearing this, Runa ceased her movements, and a soft, gentle voice resonated in the teenage boy's ears.

"It's because of you, young master."

"Every time I'm with you, I feel an unusually strong longing for you." Runa closed her eyes and savored the scent of the teenage boy's body as if it were her impulse that made her do that.

Runa expressed her feelings without any hint of embarrassment or nervousness.

The teenage boy's expression underwent an immediate change, and he too closed his eyes, as if lost in thoughts about someone.

"I also feel a profound longing to be by your side, Runa," he whispered.

"It's as if you were the one I've been yearning for all these years." The two of them quietly embraced each other, finding comfort and contentment in their shared embrace.

After a few minutes, the two of them parted, causing Runa's face to immediately turn red.

"Well, it seems you have indeed grown up, Runa." The teenage boy laughed and playfully teased her.

"Of course I'm a grown-up!" she responded, turning her face away in embarrassment.

The two of them exchanged glances and shared a lighthearted laugh.

"Well, let's handle that matter first." The teenage boy smiled, speaking softly.

"Yes, young master."

"Leave everything to me!" She exclaimed excitedly, patting her chest.

Unknowingly, as she patted her chest like that, the teenage boy saw the breasts that had grown on her chest jiggle.

"She really has grown up," he thought to himself, acknowledging the changes in Runa and responding with a small nod to the enthusiastic girl.

"Then I'll take my leave, young master." Runa slightly bowed her head and smiled.

"Okay," he replied, returning her smile.

Soon, Runa exited the teenage boy's study, leaving him alone inside.

Observing her departure, the teenage boy let out a sigh and walked over to the window at the end of his study.

He stood there, gazing out at the rainy weather, lost in his thoughts.

"It's been ten years since that day, huh?" Whispered the teenager, who was Arthur.

This month, or more precisely, this year, marked his fifteenth year of reincarnation into this peculiar world.

Over the course of these ten years, he had undergone significant growth.

As a child, his face had been exceptionally handsome, but now it exuded a greater sense of maturity.

Furthermore, his height had seen healthy growth, reaching approximately 178 centimeters, and combined with his mature demeanor, he appeared truly impeccable.

Of course, in this world, Arthur was still a teenager, but when considering his previous life age, he had lived for over thirty-five years.

During the ten-year period, he diligently honed his skills and abilities inherited from his previous life.

He even believed that he had surpassed the old servant of the Welston family who had once instructed him in his previous life as Zayn Welston.

However, unbeknownst to Arthur, the Welston family servant possessed tremendous power.

As the trainer of three generations of Welston family heirs, including Arthur himself, the true extent of his strength remained a mystery to him.

Arthur could only speculate about his own capabilities and their potential to surpass those of his former mentor.

"All the arrangements have been made, and I've even taken advantage of all the opportunities available within the Balka Empire," Arthur mused, contemplating his actions.

"In addition, I have discovered remarkable children among the orphans in the western settlement region of Rozen. They possess great potential and could be of significant assistance to me in the future," Arthur whispered.

"None of them are mentioned in the novel or can be considered as part of Abel's future prospects and opportunities," he added, highlighting their absence from the predetermined events of the novel.

Despite the efforts and preparations he had made, it seemed that these elements were not foreseen or accounted for in Abel's potential future opportunities.

"However, David seems overly concerned about me and desires immediate control," Arthur said, holding his chin in thought.

A profound intensity gleamed in his eyes, a reflection of the immense efforts he had invested in the past ten years since his awakening.

Moreover, with his status as an heir, navigating through various situations had become significantly easier for him.

Of course, this also came with its share of inconveniences, as Arthur's every move was closely monitored by the shadow guards, a group of spies specifically handpicked and trained by David himself.

In the novel, the shadow army held great significance as they played a crucial role in David's rebellion against Emperor Alex, with the old butler assuming leadership of this formidable organization.

Their efforts brought them close to achieving absolute victory, but little did they anticipate the depths of Emperor Alex's hidden power.

Reflecting on that fateful incident, Arthur's perception of Emperor Alex grew immensely.

This realization motivated him to continuously sharpen his strategic thinking abilities, ensuring he remained astute and vigilant when confronting Emperor Alex.

"This year marks the official commencement of the storyline," Arthur murmured, his eyes closed in deep contemplation.

"In two years' time, David's rebellion against Emperor Alex should initiate," he continued, lost in his thoughts.

To be honest, despite his meticulous preparations, Arthur harbored doubts regarding his ability to overcome these formidable challenges.

Of particular concern was his aspiration to attain the status of an Elemental Saint within the next two years.

The notion seemed utterly implausible, as even individuals with high talent typically required seven to eight years to break through from the fifth circle stage and reach the esteemed rank of an Elemental Saint.

A mocking smile formed on his lips as he declared, "But I am a 'special' one who is not bound by such laws."

"Thus, it is indeed possible."

As he contemplated, a knock resounded from his door, interrupting his thoughts.

*KNOCK!*

Startled, he snapped out of his reverie and directed his attention toward the door.

"Who is it?" he asked casually.

However, no response came from the other side, causing a slight furrow to form on his brow.

"Who is out there?" He repeated it, this time with a hint of impatience, as he made his way towards the door.

Suddenly, he heard a soft yet mature female voice that sent shivers down the spine of any man who heard it.

"Arthur, it's me."

"May I come in, my dear?"

Upon hearing this, Arthur's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Mother?" he exclaimed.