Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master [EN]

Chapter 73 - 10.1 : Morning Chaos and Unwanted Training



A bright morning arrived after a long, exhausting night for Al.

But his precious sleep—along with his dream of lazing around—was rudely interrupted.

In his new, luxurious, and spacious bedroom, Al should have been able to sleep soundly and wake up late, as usual. But—"ONE TWO THREE FOUR ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!"—the barked command from outside his window shattered that plan.

Al groaned, pressing a pillow over his head and kicking his legs against the bed like a sulking child.

"Ughhh... So noisy. Don’t they know not everyone in this world lives like them?"

With sluggish movements, he cracked one eye open and drew back the curtains.

The side hall of the main house—the very place where he had once been punished—was now being used for the morning drills of the Virellano family’s private troops, led by Uncle Acok. They had arrived only last night, but the man was already brimming with energy as he shouted orders.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and damp earth, the clanging of weapons, and the heavy stomps of soldiers that sent dust swirling into the air. Commands bounced off the stone walls, mixing with the gasps of exertion from the hard-training troops.

Dedy, despite his injuries, was overseeing Vianna’s special training. Vianna, as spirited as ever, was sending kicks and punches flying at her sparring partners. Even from afar, the "thud!" of her strikes could be heard clearly, forcing her opponents to stagger back with grimaces.

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"Oh, great... I thought moving here would be better. Turns out, the old place was way more peaceful. I miss my quiet old room..." His shoulders slumped, eyes half-lidded.

Still groggy from yesterday’s overexertion, Al headed downstairs, passing the long hallway of the mansion. A few servants were busy setting up an extravagant breakfast at the main dining table.

He didn’t stop—only glanced and walked past, eyes blank, feet dragging slightly. He was used to skipping breakfast with the family. The atmosphere here was too formal, too stiff, and too alien for his taste.

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