Nanny For Young Master's
Genius 5 - Carver

"This is the first time I've seen him in person."

"Once it seems. Oh yeah, there's something you should know. You can't get close to Mr. Karl, much less disturb him while he's at work."

"I dare to do that. As much as possible, I will keep my distance from him."

"You must also make sure the young master keeps his distance from Mr. Karl."

"Eh?" Nanny was stunned by the sentence that had just been thrown from her mouth. "But, why? Was not the young master the son of Lord Charles?"

"Anyway don't. You follow my request. It's a taboo thing in this house." Inggrid moved from his place. Walk in the lead as before.

Nanny was silent for a moment. He still doesn't understand what really happened.

I must make the young master keep his distance from master Karl? Butwhy? What reason? Are they not father and son? Nanny is not in the habit of thinking about the rules in this house.

He was stunned for a moment. His eyes looked at Inggrid who was walking away from him. The woman's back swayed in step.

The next moment, he looked back. Right in the direction where Karl and Barnett were walking away from him.

Nanny silently looked at the straight back of the man. While watching him silently, without warning the man suddenly stopped his steps and turned right to him.

Nanny was stunned when their eyes clashed against each other for a moment.

"Nanny! What are you doing there?" shouted Inggrid who in an instant made his attention turn to the woman.

Nanny regained her senses, and immediately turned her face away. Avoiding Karl's eyes.

"I'm coming" he said, stepping hastily.

I hope he doesn't notice me, the inner Nanny who keeps walking with her head down.

"Hey, wait!" Baritone's voice made Nanny move heavily. His body was suddenly petrified for no reason as soon as he heard Karl shouting at him.

Prangs!

The plate on the table on the hemp is hard. In one hand gesture, it instantly fell and broke into pieces the moment it hit the floor.

"God, young master.." Everyone immediately showed a look of dismay when they saw the boy breaking his dinner plate on purpose.

"Young master, are you okay?" worried about a maid who then approached her.

"Why are you pushing the plate? It's very dangerous, if the shards hit the young master's body, then Mr. Kashawn will be angry with us, and we can even be fired." Restless one of the maids with a fierce face that looked annoying.

"I don't care. Anyway I just want to eat if Zelda's here!" beat up the boy.

Carver Luhde Kashawn's. That's-her-name. The only son of Duke Kashawn, who had been confined to his home.

As a boy, Carver was said to have a bad luck because he had to be locked up like a weak princess who seemed not to be scratched even by a blunt twig.

His father, Karl Kashawn, forbade

hard to get out of his house or do things he should have mastered.

There was never any sword or martial training. There was only nonphysical training that mostly drained his brain.

Really boring and annoying. A ridiculous rule that he could never even understand.

"I told you, Zelda doesn't exist. He took a leave of absence."

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