Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master [EN]
Chapter 3 - 1.3 : First Problem

Chapter 3: Chapter 1.3 : First Problem

After Al’s three sisters left one by one, each citing their own busy schedules, an awkward silence settled over the living room. Al’s mother, Sandra, spoke in a soft but firm tone, her voice laced with responsibility.

"David, please escort Al to his room. He still needs rest after the long journey. You can also show him around briefly so he can get more familiar with the house."

She glanced at David, then at Al, eyes full of hope—but beneath it, a trace of worry lingered.

David gave a small nod, stood, and looked at Al with a coldness he barely tried to hide. Al stood up casually, showing no sign of unease, and followed David out of the room, leaving their mother behind in silence.

The Virellano main house was truly grand, towering five stories high with a basement. Its architecture was a blend of classical elegance and modern design, every corner exuding refined sophistication. But when David led Al to the farthest edge of the first floor, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

So this house has ordinary rooms too, Al thought.

David opened a small door near a tall bookshelf in the corridor, revealing a room about two by three meters in size. It was empty except for a small bed with a thin mattress, lit by a dimming ceiling lamp.

Dust had settled thickly in the corners, and faint signs of age lingered in the air. This was once a maid’s room, unused for over a decade—its door rarely even opened.

"You’ll rest here for now," David said coolly, though he tried to sound neutral.

"Your actual room isn’t ready yet. Still being cleaned. So just rest here for now. I’ll take you to your real room after dinner."

He flashed a subtle smirk—one that only sharp eyes could catch.

Al was momentarily puzzled about being led to such a room, but after David’s explanation, he simply nodded. He scanned the small room expressionlessly. Without a word, he took off his backpack and placed it on the thinly covered bed, then stood beside it in silence.

"Huff... finally, some rest," Al muttered as he patted the dusty mattress, sounding completely indifferent.

He then turned to David with a slight, casual smile and thanked him—completely unfazed by what just happened.

David didn’t expect Al to stay calm. In fact, the boy even smiled at him, which irritated David further. Deep inside, he was already scheming—trying to trigger Al into acting out so he could ruin his image in front of the rest of the family. But to his frustration, Al remained unbothered.

With a long sigh, David excused himself, shut the small door behind him, and walked away. His first plan had failed... but he had more. And he had one goal: to remove Al from the Virellano family.

Not just to push him out—but to turn everyone against him, so that when he finally fell, no one would reach out to help.

Meanwhile, inside the small sealed room, Al looked around again. He ran his hand along the cracked wall, brushing away thick dust. Beneath it, a rough carving emerged. The letters were scratched and worn, but still readable: "Virela."

Virela? Isn’t the family name supposed to be Virellano? With two Ls... Al thought.

Maybe someone just scribbled it for fun.

He brushed the thought aside and decided to sleep. He laid his jacket down on the bed to use as padding, pulled his backpack under his head, and soon drifted into a deep sleep that evening.

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A Few Hours Later

A knock on the door pulled Al from his slumber. He groggily opened his eyes and glanced at his watch—it was already late in the day. Reluctantly, he got up and opened the small room’s door.

A middle-aged male servant stood there, looking nervous, his face slightly red.

"Young Master Al... please come to the family room. Master Edward is asking for you," he stammered.

Still half-asleep, Al frowned. It wasn’t strange for his father to call him, but the servant’s uneasy delivery made him feel something was off. He followed him at a calm but alert pace.

When they arrived, the mood had clearly shifted. The family room was filled with people, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. In the center stood a young maid, visibly anxious yet trying to appear composed.

Edward, Al’s father, stood beside her, face stern and voice commanding.

"Al! Explain what you’ve done!"

"Huh? What did I do?" Al replied, startled by the sudden scolding.

Edward turned to the maid.

"You. Tell us what happened. We need to know exactly what occurred. Speak clearly."

Al looked more confused as his father’s anger escalated.

The young maid took a deep breath, clearly reluctant, but eventually began to speak.

"This afternoon, I took Young Master Al to the downstairs room... as instructed by Young Master David. He said his room was being prepared and that he wanted to surprise Al with the help of his siblings. So I was told to lead him to that space first."

Still struggling to fully wake up, Al listened quietly.

"But... on the way, Young Master Al suddenly became furious because the room was small and dusty. He... he even hit me and... um... that’s all, sir."

She paused, as if holding back more.

Edward’s eyes sharpened.

"You’re not telling the full story, are you? Say it. Don’t hold back."

The maid hesitated, then finally confessed, her voice barely audible.

"He... he also tried to flirt with me... and touched me. I know it was inappropriate, and I didn’t want to speak out to protect his name, but... I’m sorry, sir. I can’t keep quiet. It was humiliating."

Her voice cracked into sobs. The room fell silent.

Al, still drowsy, stayed quiet, scanning everyone’s reactions, trying to make sense of the accusation.

Wait... wasn’t it David who brought me there? he thought.

David stood in a corner of the room, smiling slightly—clearly satisfied with the unfolding chaos.

Al stared at him. He understood now: he was being framed.

The motive was unclear, but the intent was obvious—David either wanted him gone, or simply enjoyed watching him fall.

Inside his mind, Al began connecting the dots.

This wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was a trap.

And if he reacted now, it would only validate the lies.

Someone clearly doesn’t want me here, he thought grimly.

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Tension Rises

The family room grew hotter with tension as Sarah, dressed in a burgundy silk blouse, stepped forward with a sneer aimed at Al.

"See, Father," she said with calm disdain,

"He’s only been here for a day and already caused trouble—fighting with the staff, behaving wildly, harassing a maid. He clearly doesn’t understand our values or how to act properly in this home. He’s just... feral."

Edward, still in his dark formal suit, now sat in a large armchair, his fists clenched on the table. His face flushed red with anger and disappointment as he glared at Al.

"Al, I told you—you need to learn what it means to be part of this family. We are a respected household. This reckless behavior is disgraceful.

Right now, you’re here only because of blood.

If you can’t show respect, you may as well leave this house right now."

Aurielle, the eldest sister, wore a crisp beige blazer and had her hair neatly styled. She leaned forward, her gaze sharp and piercing.

"Don’t forget, Al," she said coldly,

"You were raised in an orphanage, sharing a room with many others.

Even if you’re temporarily sleeping in a storage room that’s beneath Virellano standards, you should be grateful we’ve welcomed you at all."

She crossed her arms.

"You’ve been given your own space—for now. Your proper room is ready soon.

Plenty of people don’t even have that.

Don’t make things difficult with your lack of manners.

This isn’t your kingdom. You’re part of this family now, and that means respecting rules—and people—even the staff."

Al stood calmly in the center of the room, wearing a plain white T-shirt and shorts, far from the luxurious style of the Virellano clan. He looked at them all with a neutral face. He tried to clarify that it was David who had taken him there, not the maid—but saying so felt like a hassle.

"Alright," he said simply in response to his father, Sarah, and Aurielle.

Then added,

"I don’t know what happened. But if you want me to leave, fine. I’ll go."

He turned, giving a small bow and preparing to walk out.

David was stunned. Was Al really giving up that easily?

Aurielle, Sarah, and even Sandra were surprised by the statement.

But Edward’s voice cut through the room sharply.

"Enough!" he barked.

"This is serious—but you won’t be leaving. We went through too much effort to bring you back into this home. There’s no way we’ll just let you walk away now.

That said—this family doesn’t cover up misconduct.

You need to learn your place and how to behave. Otherwise, you’ll be nothing but a burden."

Al took a deep breath. Weighing whether he should stay or not. In the end, he chose to remain—because he was willing to give them a chance, just as they now believed they were giving him a chance.

But in the end, Who really held the power to grant opportunity?

His dark eyes seemed dull on the surface, but a quiet spark still flickered beneath. He chose silence. For now.

To him, this family didn’t value explanations. They didn’t even verify the story. There was no point arguing when no one listened. It would only drain him further.

David, who had been sitting quietly on the right side of the room, slowly stood. He walked over to Sandra and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It’s alright, Mom," he said in a soothing tone.

"I’m sure Father will handle this fairly. Al will learn too."

Once Sandra looked slightly calmer, David stepped forward, approaching Al with an air of calm authority. He leaned against the sofa like an understanding older brother.

"Al," he said gently,

"I know everything’s new to you. Maybe you’re used to a freer life, but in this home, we have standards. We all learned to control ourselves and respect others.

If you really want to be accepted here... you’ll have to do the same."

He turned toward his parents.

"I wasn’t born to our parents. But this family taught me to respect people, especially women. Never hit them. Never behave inappropriately.

There are many women in this house—our sisters, our mother.

I hope you’ll never hurt any of them."

Sarah, who stood not far from Edward, looked at David with admiration. Then turned to Al, eyes sharp with judgment.

"Look, Father. That boy’s been here less than a day and he’s already acting wild.

He insults the staff, lashes out, and... God. I’d rather he left.

But if you’ve decided he stays, fine.

Just make sure he’s disciplined."

She sighed dramatically and looked at Al like he was dirt.

"Compare him to David. Calm, wise, respectful.

David was raised with real family values.

But he," she pointed at Al, "came out of nowhere and instantly brought chaos."

Edward, who had remained seated until then, slowly rose with a firm expression, unfastened the top button of his blazer, and addressed the room.

"Huff... Since this is your first offense, Al," he said gravely,

"I won’t humiliate you further. But this family has rules.

When they’re broken, consequences follow."

He turned to a nearby servant.

"Prepare dinner. I’m going to bathe and change."

Then he looked at Harun, who stood at the back.

"Harun. Call Dedy."

Harun hesitated for a fraction of a second. A flicker of concern passed over his face—but he bowed and replied quietly.

"Yes, Sir."

Moments later, a towering figure entered—gleaming and intense.

A chilling presence that made everyone in the room, even Edward, shudder slightly.

Something terrifying was about to unfold.

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