They all call me Great Master-Chapter 444 441: Secret Room!

Arthur and Marinda entered through the manor's main gate.

They passed through the corridor and the living room, and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor—this manor was filled with the style of the Silver Age, emphasizing opulence and splendor.

Or, one might say, extravagance.

Arthur could easily see the remnants of gilding on the stairs.

However, these gildings, lacking the necessary maintenance, had long become mottled.

Moreover, Arthur was certain that this had started not after Baron Kemir's death, but much earlier.

Just like the similarly mottled oil paintings on the walls.

"The decline during the 'Seven Years' War'?"

Arthur murmured quietly to himself.

"The Kemir Family had already shown signs of decline at the end of the Silver Age.

At that time, the father of Baron Kemir, like his opponent's grandfather, had not experienced an Awakening.

Baron Kemir was the same.

Three generations had not experienced an Awakening, and the entire Kemir Family had started to become unstable.

To ensure the long-term survival of the Kemir Family, the father of Baron Kemir had no choice but to engage in some 'resource exchanges' with other Nobles of South Los in exchange for the continuation of the Kemir Family.

Even hoping that an 'alliance through marriage' could change the desperate situation of the Kemir Family.

Unfortunately...

Some things are unavoidable."

Marinda, with a cigarette holder in her mouth, then exhaled a puff of smoke.

The smoke drifted forward and swept past the oil paintings of the ancestors of the Kemir Family.

A total of seven.

The images depicted them as either valiant or elegant, a testament to their past vigor, but the damaged frames brought everything back to reality.

What had passed was already gone.

Irreversible, except for...

replacement.

"Do you think our portraits will have a day like this?"

Marinda suddenly asked Arthur.

Upon inheriting the title, as the founder of the Caesar Family, it was naturally necessary according to noble customs to hang a portrait of her own.

And Arthur?

As her nominal husband, it was naturally necessary for him too.

Moreover, their portraits must hang side by side at the highest place of this manor's Great Hall.

Arthur was indifferent to this.

He was not only indifferent to where his own portrait was hung, but also indifferent to Marinda's concerns.

"Then I'll make sure to add a line of text at the very bottom of the canvas—what are you looking at, haven't seen a handsome guy before?"

The young 'Spirit Medium' said this.

Marinda immediately rolled her eyes.

However, she was somewhat moved by Arthur's suggestion.

Subsequently, the lady also decided to add text at the very bottom of her canvas.

It would say—

What are you looking at, am I not handsomer than the jerk next to me?

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That's how it would be written!

Marinda emphasized to herself internally, her lips curving up involuntarily, her exhaled smoke even carrying a hint of ease.

This touch of ease corresponded to the completion of the current phase, with the nervousness and anticipation of the upcoming phase beginning.

Normally, given this lady's personality, after reflecting, she would quickly adjust her mood and delve into the next phase, but Arthur's joke.

This adjustment ended at this very moment.

'Hmph, this jerk is somewhat useful!'

Marinda glanced at the smiling Arthur.

Then, she again resumed walking toward the master's study.

A Baron's title was not this lady's ultimate goal!

Her ultimate goal?

It remained a secret for now.

Until she took that step, she wouldn't tell anyone.

Arthur followed Marinda into the study—previously, where the Death Qi was most concentrated.

Clearly, the traditional Kemir Family, when constructing a secret room, also chose tradition.

Far less flexible and varied than the secret rooms constructed by the 'Spirit Medium'.

The entrance to the secret room was located right behind the desk, opposite the bookshelf.

Among a host of damaged books, that intact one was really conspicuous.

"So adherent to rules that they lack adaptability, it's almost like putting up a sign saying 'welcome'."

Arthur critiqued.

"The existence of such secret rooms is itself well-known.

In my opinion, it's like a wardrobe that flaunts its owner's wealth,"

Marinda voiced a different opinion.

At the same time, she reached out and pulled a book.

Click!

After a crisp sound, the spring mechanism began to move.

Soon after, the bookcase slowly started to shift, sending dust accumulated on it into the air.

"Your wardrobe needs cleaning."

Arthur said, covering his nose and mouth as he stepped back.

But Marinda, unfazed by the dust, blew at it—

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the light smoke mixed with the rising dust rolled back, later gathering into a cluster and settling in the corner of the study room.

Applause!

Arthur clapped and was just about to say something praiseworthy.

However, Marinda humphed and interrupted him.

"Shut up!

Swallow what you were going to say next!

Don't make me spit on you in my happiest moment!"

"Huh? You know what I was about to say?"

Arthur looked surprised.

"Heh, nothing more than you could make a good housekeeper or something,"

Marinda gave him a knowing look.

Arthur frowned, then seriously said,

"Marinda, have you underestimated your importance to me?

A mere housemaid? Impossible.

At least a butler!"

Marinda was caught off guard at first, but as he continued, she realized her mistake.

A terrible mistake.

Why overestimate a jerk?

"Ah right, right, right!

I'm the butler, and you?

As the butler's lover, you're merely the First Order manservant—remember to turn on the light when the boss wakes up at night, or else it's you who'll need to clean up."

Marinda gave Arthur the middle finger.

In the Silver Age, being a First Order manservant was a job that ordinary people both loved and hated.

They loved it for the high salary and close access to the boss.

They hated it because it was too close for comfort.

Not only did they know too many of the boss's secrets, but they also were privy to embarrassing incidents, often having to clean up messes.

For example, Lord Eisenau of the West Berlin Territory once, unable to see clearly at night, kicked over the toilet and splashed his First Order manservant with the contents.

Of course, the key point was that the splashed manservant had to clean the toilet and keep the incident hush-hush.

As for why the story got out?

It was because the dutiful manservant, splashed with feces and urine, cleaned so earnestly that what was originally a small puddle turned into a much larger mess...

Eventually, as Lord Eisenau chastised the "idiot", the story became widely known.

Arthur knew about this.

Scott had told him as a joke.

However, Arthur certainly did not want to become the joke himself.

So—

"I will embrace you."

Arthur looked sentimentally at Marinda as they walked side by side.

The lady immediately disdainfully waved her hand and widened the distance between them.

"Stay away from me, revolting fellow!"

Facing the disgusting image that popped into her mind, Marinda retreated once again.

Arthur, however, continued down laughing.

Their bickering and playful banter ended as their feet touched the floor of the secret room.

They both looked seriously at the room filled with piles of books, their eyes simultaneously drawn to the large desk in the middle, more precisely, to what's on the desk—

Notes!

Marinda immediately strode forward.

And Arthur?

He quietly took a step back.