TMLOH 62

Chapter : 62

The notorious little devils of Sperom.

As soon as Ciel and Noel arrived at the long-awaited Halbern Mansion, they were completely stunned.

“W-what is that—!”

“N-no, this is—!”

It was because their eyes were literally glued to the paintings, statues, and decorations scattered carelessly across the halls, columns, rooms, and chambers of the building that Arelleen usually passed through without a second thought.

“Why is this precious treasure here!”

Every step revealed another astonishing treasure catching their eyes.

Is this really Halbern?

Even the Sperom Mansion isn’t on this level!

“The Halbern Mansion itself is an incredible treasure.”

It was exactly as the boastful Duke Sperom had once proclaimed.

In truth, Ciel and Noel were deeply moved.

“Noel, I think I could die happy here today.”

“Ciel. Me too.”

Ciel sniffled, and tears welled up in Noel’s eyes.

Their <Golden Eyes> glittered, instantly calculating the value of every item they could see.

The figures were breathtaking.

“I want to die here.”

Ciel declared.

“Me too.”

Noel agreed.

“Nope.”

Only Arelleen frowned and opposed them.

“Who came?”

“Sperom’s twins.”

Mehen put down the documents he had been reviewing.

“…For what purpose?”

“They’re here to help Miss Arelleen prepare for a ‘social tea party.’”

Mehen let out a sigh.

That tea party was exactly what had been exhausting Mehen, leaving dark circles under his eyes and fraying his mind and body.

Today, too, he frowned at the nonfunctional communication line to the Northern Castle.

“Why isn’t anyone answering?”

He had tried connecting through all means, not just the direct line, but the Northern Castle remained completely unreachable.

Normally, he might have assumed another monster wave had occurred, but Mehen didn’t have that patience left now.

“Did they send invitations?”

“Yes. Still, since he’s the father, we included him on the invitation list so it wouldn’t seem improper. The royal family will probably send out the official invites.”

It would be reliable if the royal family sent them, but nothing reassured him like seeing it in person.

Even though the tea party date and a brief recorded message had already been sent to the Northern Castle’s communication line, they kept trying to connect.

‘Really, that bastard.’

He had thought the last communication might have mellowed him, but it was back to the same state.

Mehen did not hide the resentment that had accumulated over time.

“Dylan.”

“Yes, Lord Mehen.”

“I must kill that Valer someday. Without fail.”

“Your intent to kill grows deeper by the day.”

Dylan smiled faintly at Mehen, who no longer even referred to him as “my lord.”

Crack.

Eventually, the overloaded magical communication device shattered in Mehen’s furious hands.

Even witnessing this terrifying scene, Dylan calmly pulled out a new device from his sleeve and handed it to Mehen.

“Here you go.”

The sad truth: over the past three days, more than 20 devices had already been broken this way.

“Time to order more, I suppose.”

Dylan calmly ordered a large batch of high-end magical devices under the pretense of supplies for the Halbern Duke’s mansion:

[Purchase List: Magical Communication Device_Stationary_High Output_Compatible with All Mana Waves ×50]

Such extravagance was extreme.

‘Well, it’s ultimately the Duke’s fault.’

Dylan had no qualms about blaming the Duke for the financial indulgence.

“I apologize.”

The man who introduced himself as the Sperom family’s butler and the twins’ dedicated caretaker bowed to me.

“Browning, bow lower!”

“Browning, apologize more properly!”

The twins, incapable of apologizing themselves, stood next to him critiquing every movement.

“This is Browning!”

“He’s the one apologizing for us.”

“We don’t even know why he’s apologizing!”

“…Because of you two.”

Those shameless brats.

Once the rowdy twins were dragged into the reception room, the Sperom staff, who had been on the verge of collapse, finally regained peace.

Watching the staff proceed with formal apologies and aftercare, I was genuinely impressed.

“You really were a disgraceful pair of young masters.”

“Disgraceful? Us?”

“Oh, no.”

And yet they had the nerve to ask.

Ciel narrowed his eyes.

“They hesitated a bit.”

“I could feel the hesitation.”

“Are we disgraceful?”

“Why are you asking us?”

Ugh, those little devils.

“Stop teasing and come here.”

“Okay!”

“Okay! Hehe.”

Watching the twins obediently return like well-trained puppies, I let out a deep sigh.

“You have it rough because of these hopeless children.”

“Sniff… sob…”

How could these kind people cry just because of a single word?

“Wow, they’re crying.”

“Arelleen, did you do something bad?”

The twins blinked innocently, as if saying, We don’t know anything, which was surprisingly infuriating.

“It’s you two who did something bad.”

The twins wore an expression of pure innocence.

To an outsider, they might seem utterly untainted by the world, and even knowing the truth, you might overlook it. I clicked my tongue in disbelief.

One thing became clear today: the twins were hardcore fans.

And not just casual ones—they were deeply obsessed.

“Ah, Lord Grander’s The Tenth Moon!”

“Is that The Third Moon?”

“Unbelievable! Two of Lord Grander’s posthumous works from the Grander Moon Series are displayed side by side!”

“You can see the Granso style from 300 years ago. No doubt, these are originals!”

After greeting, the twins immediately turned their attention elsewhere.

“Sorry.”

Browning apologized again.

The Sperom retainers’ faces fell in real time, but the twins were obliviously cheerful.

“Arelleleeelin!”

“Arellelellel!”

“Why?”

“Can I have this?”

“No.”

They tried to grab a small statue from Ciel’s hand.

“Tch.”

“Cute act won’t work.”

“Waaah.”

“Pouting won’t work.”

“Ehh!”

“Pretending to be cute won’t work. Go away.”

Noel pouted.

“Arellelellel is too strong!”

“Made of steel heart?”

“Just ordinary protein cells.”

Although seeing their angelic faces tremble was pitiful, knowing it was all a beauty trap made me scoff.

Being used to the heavenly beauty of Pession every day, this kind of thing didn’t work on me.

“Why didn’t you tell us your house had such amazing things?”

“Arellelel, you’re mean!”

Why… should I… even tell you… that?

“Hey! Don’t touch the decorations!”

“Ah, caught!”

“Ciel, you said we wouldn’t get caught!”

“I… I definitely didn’t see it.”

Seeing my sharp gaze, the twins blamed each other.

“Ciel said to do it. Not my fault, it’s Ciel’s fault.”

“No! Noel suggested we try it first!”

Ugh, these hopeless idiots.

“Stop making excuses and let’s go to the reception room. You’re the guests, not therapists.”

“But!”

“There!”

“Ugh.”

“Waaah.”

The twins tried a sad expression with their angelic faces, but…

“Hmph. Want to get kicked out?”

They finally succumbed to the owner’s authority.

The obedient twins surprisingly began the meeting without fuss.

“We prepared this for Arelleleeelin!”

Various samples from the Sperom guild were displayed in the reception room.

It was as if they had ransacked a department store.

“All of this is from your guild?”

“Yes! See, it was worth meeting us for a discussion, right?”

Seeing the twins so proud, I shrugged.

But the sheer volume of samples in the room… was overwhelming.

“Wouldn’t it have been faster if I just went to your mansion?”

“Probably, right?”

“That would’ve been faster?”

“Then why did you come here?”

The twins exchanged a meaningful glance with mischievous smiles.

“Because we wanted to—”

“—look around the Halbern Mansion!”

The twins grinned like villains who had successfully executed an evil plan.

What are these boldly shameless brats?