Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master [EN]
Chapter 13 - 3.2 : Shadow Escape

Chapter 13: Chapter 3.2 : Shadow Escape

After finishing his shower, with half-dried hair and a black hoodie covering his school uniform, Al walked to the front yard.

Empty.

No car.

No driver.

His father was clearly furious.

They’ve already left, he thought.

Guess the family car won’t be picking me up or dropping me off anymore.

Al turned his gaze to the main house.

Looks like I need to talk to Mom about my school schedule.

He headed toward the door.

But then—

"You’re not allowed to enter, Young Master."

A burly male servant blocked Al at the entrance.

"What do you mean? This is my house—why can’t I go in?" Al asked, confused.

"I apologize, Young Master. Due to the unresolved harassment case from before, we were instructed to supervise your movements inside the house. You may only enter with permission from Master Edward or Madam Sandra."

"Still that case? You haven’t even found any evidence in two whole days. I’ve already forgotten about it."

The corner of the servant’s mouth lifted. A mocking smirk appeared. He leaned in closer to Al and said,

"Of course you forgot. You’re the culprit, after all."

His tone turned informal—something no servant should ever use when addressing a family member.

But Al didn’t flinch. He stared coldly, his sharp gaze making the man pause. The air grew heavy. Al smiled.

For some reason, the servant felt a deep sense of discomfort—like he had just messed with something he shouldn’t have, or more accurately, someone he should never have approached.

A faint energy appeared in Al’s hand. He was about to do something.

But then—

Crak!

The main door opened.

Aurielle stepped out, dressed in formal yet stylish attire. She looked ready to head to the office.

She saw Al and the servant from behind—the servant leaning close to Al’s face—making it look like the two were doing something suspicious.

"KYAAAAHH!!" Aurielle screamed.

"What are you two doing in public?!"

She threw her bag at them.

Both flinched at the sudden outburst and flying object.

The servant quickly picked up her bag and returned it, explaining that he was simply informing Al of the current house restrictions.

Aurielle nodded, though her suspicious glare remained on the two of them.

She turned to Al and reiterated the servant’s explanation in a curt tone.

Al grew bored of the situation. He chose to drop it—for now.

"Can I ride with you to school?" he asked Aurielle.

"No. I’m in a hurry," she replied, then walked away.

As she did, she muttered,

"I hope you two don’t do anything weird again."

After Aurielle left, Al and the servant locked eyes for a moment—then silently agreed not to escalate things further.

"Get that case resolved. How can a family this powerful fail to uncover the truth in two whole days?" Al said as he walked off.

Meanwhile, from a window near the front door, Sandra stood watching Al as he walked away. She had heard everything.

Ironically, both she and Edward already knew Al was innocent.

They had verified it.

But they didn’t know how to address the issue—especially since the real culprit this time was David.

In Sandra’s mind, she always tried to justify anything David did.

To her, David was just acting out. Mischievous. Anxious about Al’s presence. She feared Al’s arrival would drive David away.

She wanted both sons to live in harmony.

But her bias ran deep.

That bias blinded her from the truth. Her overwhelming love for David made her see none of his wrongs as actual faults.

And her discomfort toward her own biological son, Al, made every false accusation against him seem real.

Sandra could only wallow in the dilemma she created—too afraid to do anything about it.

"...I’m sorry, dear," she whispered.

---

Meanwhile, Al decided to head out.

"Hmmm, guess I’ll just walk again..." he muttered, shrugging.

Casually, he pulled out his phone—just turned on—and dialed someone from his contact list.

Contact name: Indra.

"Hello, Indra?"

"Yo! Al, what’s up—"

"I’m heading over. Like usual."

"Huh? Ugh. Looking for another free nap spot, huh? You usually just show up without warning."

"Yup."

Al smiled faintly.

After hanging up, he walked casually along the sidewalk. Then... his eyes narrowed.

That familiar presence again.

The stalker.

Tch. That guy was seriously persistent.

Same as yesterday. Dressed like some cool bodyguard out of an action movie, but with sneak moves so obvious it was laughable.

Al smirked slightly.

He kept walking calmly. No running. No glancing back.

He knew the tailing guard thought he had improved this time.

Eventually, they arrived at the major traffic light in the city center.

People began to flood in from all directions. Vendors, students, office workers, beggars—all mixing together.

Just like yesterday.

And then—

CLICK.

The light turned green.

People scattered in every direction.

The guard, now fully alert, scanned frantically.

"Okay... black hoodie... about 175 cm... walking to the left? Or right? Wait, was he in the middle? Huh?!"

The next second—

"...Shit. GONE AGAIN?!"

Al walked calmly through a narrow alley.

Elsewhere, the guard was now speed-walking in panic—having lost track again.

Al glanced back slightly.

"I thought he’d take a break... after last night."

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Flashback — The Night Before

Al stood in his room, preparing to head out for the night. He gazed at the long shadows cast by the outside lights filtering through his window.

He knew.

Someone was watching from afar.

This time, it was just one person.

A guard in a black uniform stood at a distance like a failed horror statue in a cursed park, staring at Al’s room with sharp vigilance.

Unfortunately... he didn’t realize that Al had already left the room five minutes earlier.

Using his magic skill—

Elemental Magic - Dark Type : Shadow Blend,

—a high-level dark element ability—

Al had merged into the shadows on the floor, allowing him to move through them.

"He’ll probably stand there all night watching an empty room," Al muttered, lounging inside a corridor of shadow.

Then, a mischievous thought crossed his mind.

"Hmm... how about messing with him a little?"

Using his skill, Al dragged the guard into the shadow realm.

WHAM!

The guard was stunned. Pitch black. It felt like he’d been pulled into a living blanket of darkness.

"Where... am I?!"

he yelled in panic, surrounded by total darkness. Then he felt the presence of an invisible figure.

"Who are you?!"

"I’m... your worst nightmare," Al whispered from behind.

Then he proceeded to pummel the guard inside the shadow space. A kick to the gut. An elbow to the jaw. Even a barrage of slaps.

The guard tried to fight back—but the power gap was far too wide.

Every strike and swing of his own passed right through the dark mist.

Eventually—

THUMP!

The guard was flung out of the shadows, completely unconscious.

Al hung him up behind the house, beaten to a pulp—wearing nothing but plain red underwear.

The next morning, a servant taking out the trash screamed:

"GHOOOST!!!"

Morning – David’s Room

The bandaged, limping bodyguard reported:

"Sir David... last night... there was an intruder..."

"Huh? An intruder??"

"I couldn’t see his face. He attacked from the darkness. I couldn’t touch him."

Annoyed, David checked the CCTV footage.

Nothing.

Al’s room? A blank spot.

David sneered.

"Don’t tell me you had a dream and fought your own shadow in your sleep."

But the guard’s face was a mess. One black eye, split lip, swollen cheek. David was irritated but let it go. Still unconvinced, but with no proof he was lying.

"If it were Al... I should be able to sense his energy. But he’s just a filthy, empty shell. Like... a used mop bucket."

"No way it was him. What kind of intruder could beat a guard of your level to such a—ah, whatever. I have to get to school."

David stared at the sorry state of his bodyguard.

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Back to the Present

The panicked guard, having lost Al again, began acting erratically, looking suspicious.

A nearby traffic officer approached.

"Sir, sorry, can you remove your mask?"

The guard stammered.

"Sorry, I—"

"Please cooperate."

Reluctantly, the guard pulled down his mask.

WHAM!

The officer recoiled, almost dropping his baton.

"Wh-what happened to your face, sir?!"

"Are you seriously injured? Do you need an ambulance? Were you assaulted by a gang?!"

"It’s fine, sir. I... I just fell from grace, sir..."

Seeing the cop still stunned and the crowd beginning to gather, the bodyguard panicked and fled before getting detained.

Meanwhile...

Al finally arrived at Indra’s house. Located on the city’s outskirts, it was larger than an average home, yet still felt humble. Parked in the front yard: a family car and a large fish delivery truck reeking of the sea.

A humble place that would welcome him with warmth.