“Edward, what’s going on? Tell me clearly.”

Catherine’s initial charming expression had turned into that of a lion. Her light-colored pupils were burning with flames as she reached out and grabbed Edward’s ear.

“What do you mean, what’s going on? That has nothing to do with me. The astrologer said that Watson is the border count’s illegitimate child. The border count is a man, and I am also a man. We can’t have a child between the two men, right?”

Edward’s face was pained as he was dragged by his ear. He screamed in agony and defended himself.

Catherine considered it and concluded that this was the case. She relaxed her grip a little bit more. “So, with whom do you think the border count had a child? Did you secretly bring some filthy woman into Blackmoon Castle?”

“I’m Innocent!”

Edward raised both of his hands, aggrieved.

Usually, when one heard that Watson was the border count’s illegitimate child, would Catherine not be the first to suspect him? After all, he had seen Catherine give birth to Watson. He did not expect Catherine to launch an interrogation attack on him first.

Edward felt that there was a chance that Watson was the border count’s child. Watson, after all, was bright from a young age. His talent and wisdom far surpassed that of his contemporaries. He was handsome and did not resemble his child at all; on the contrary, he resembled the kingdom’s number one mage, Sylvan.

Furthermore, Watson had just proposed such an extravagant contract. Sylvan had accepted it silently, and his wife had accused him of such evil behavior. Edward’s suspicion got even stronger. Could Watson really be Sylvan’s child?

“Am I your illegitimate child, Lord Sylvan, or did you raise me in the Blackmoon Castle? Who told you that?”

Watson listened for a long time from the side, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at Sylvan.

He could not possibly be Sylvan’s child. Sylvan was an elf, and if he were Sylvan’s child, he would also have elven traits. Furthermore, if he had been Sylvan’s child, he would not have had such a miserable life. Did Sylvan say that because Blackmoon Castle was powerful and wanted to get close to him, so he purposefully took advantage of him?

“Watson, why do you ask that? Don’t you know?”

Sylvan was stumped. Antonio had asked him to be Watson’s father. He thought that Antonio might not have told Edward and his wife, or at least Watson. He did not expect that Watson did not know either.

Subconsciously, he looked at Antonio, who was resting with his eyes closed. “Master, what’s going on? You said Watson was my illegitimate child. Are you kidding me?”

“I don’t have that kind of leisure. Did I not make it clear just now? I heard Watson was your illegitimate child. I did not make that up; the maids in the house said that.” Antonio rubbed his sore eyes; he sensed that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at Sylvan. “Maybe this is a misunderstanding. Sylvan, are you sure you’re not Watson’s father?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then why didn’t you refute me when I said that you were Watson’s father?”

Sylvan gave a bitter smile in response to Antonio’s constant questioning. He had already understood.

“That is because I assumed everything was planned by you, Master.” I thought you wanted me to give Watson the identity as my illegitimate son so that he would not be attacked at the border. That is why I said yes. Actually, I have nothing to do with Watson! Master, perhaps the maids were spreading rumors and deceived you.”

So it turned out to be a misunderstanding!

Watson sighed. He was startled when he said that it was impossible for him to be Sylvan’s son.

“I want to see which maid is so bold to spread such nonsense? She even misled the astrologer. If I find her, I will definitely punish her.”

Edward also reacted. He exhaled a sigh of relief and retorted angrily. “If nothing like that happened, why would the maids spread such a thing?” Catherine pinched his waist as soon as his voice fell. “Have you ever heard the saying—there is no smoke without fire? I want you to come out with me. I would like to know what you have been up to lately. Did gaining control of Blackmoon Castle make you proud? Do not even think about touching me until you have explained everything clearly.”

The two of them talked as they left the hall. Edward shouted, “No, Honey!” Then their voices got further away.

“Let’s go and take a look.”

Antonio and Sylvan exchanged glances, both of them felt a little awkward, especially Antonio. He had overheard the maids in the mansion discussing Watson and Sylvan’s relationship, so he went to Sylvan to confirm it. He had not anticipated making such a significant error.

The four of them left. For a moment, the hall became empty; only Margaret and Lilith stayed behind.

Margaret watched her father leave with a pitying gaze. Then, she came to Watson’s side. She put her arm on Watson’s shoulder and looked curiously at the Pen of Truth floating in front of him. She said, “Watson, that pen of yours looks very interesting. Not only can it fly in the air, but it can also write by itself. Can you lend it to me for two days?”

[I’m sorry, I’m Young Master Watson’s personal servant. No one else has the right to order me! Master, do you think I’m right?]

The Pen of Truth wrote such words in the air, and Watson shook his head. “Margaret is my sister. You have to treat her with the same respect as you treat me. Since she wants you, you can go help her.”

The Pen of Truth’s ability to detect lies passively was extremely annoying. Furthermore, every time it finished something, it would ask him if he had done it correctly, which confused him. In addition, Margaret was constantly bugging him to write books, which bothered him. When those two problems are combined, he might be able to find some peace.

[Master, do you not want me anymore? (crying)]

The Pen of Truth wrote down the aggrieved words and even drew a crying expression at the back.

“How is that possible?” Watson said something that he did not want to say. “I only asked you to assist my sister for a few days; I did not say I would always ask you to assist her. In addition, Margaret and I are family. It is the same as if you helped me if you help her.”

[Alright, my honorable master, I will definitely try my best to complete the task that you gave me!]

The Pen of Truth perked up when it learned it was assisting Watson. The pen’s shaft trembled with excitement, and Margaret clutched it in her hand after she said, “Thank you very much, Watson. It just so happens that the gold-tier goatskin paper I asked Big Brother to buy is a little difficult to use. I will not have to worry about writing with too much effort with that quill pen.” She exited the hall with zeal.

Watson took a breath and opened his mouth. He was about to tell his sister that there were some rules about using the Pen of Truth when he noticed Margaret had already left. He gave up and turned around to look at Lilith, who sat shyly beside him.

“My honorable master, may I know what I should do?” Lilith asked shyly.

“You can be a maid here. You can be the assistant head housemaid.”

Initially, Watson wanted Lilith to be an instructor for the Blackmoon Knights. After all, Lilith’s strength was at the peak of the platinum tier. However, he thought about it again. Lilith was from an ancient race, the Hell Barons. Her combat style might not be suitable for humans. Furthermore, she clearly had a prejudice against humans. It would not be good if she were the instructor.

It was better for her to be a maid. After Lilith merged with Moriarty, not only did she have fairer skin, beautiful long legs, but she also had the seductive charm of a different race. No matter how one looked at it, she looked gorgeous.

“Yes, my respected master.” Lilith agreed happily at first. Then, she scratched her head. “May I ask, Master, what is a maid, and what would I do every day?”

“We can teach you that.”

A woman’s voice came from outside the door at that moment. Capella and Wendy, both dressed as maids, entered at the same time. They approached Watson and bowed respectfully. Then Capella cast a glance at Lilith. “To be more specific, a maid is a profession that serves the master and meets all of the master’s needs. I am in charge of the maids in this house.”

“One of the head housemaids,” Wendy said.

She ignored Wendy; Capella continued to say, “As one of the head housemaids, my duty is to manage the other maids, make sure their actions conform to etiquette, and learn how to do them more effectively! If you want to be a qualified maid, you’ll have to learn from me. Otherwise, I have the right to transfer you out of the maid team, even if Young Master Watson appointed you. Do you understand?”

“So, these so-called maids are similar to slaves. Even though I’m not good at that kind of thing, I’m willing to become the master’s slave.”

Lilith slapped her forehead in excitement to show that she understood, indicating that Capella could start teaching her.

“I’ll teach you the first lesson of becoming a maid now. What I’m going to say next is something that all maids should know.”

Capella turned around and came in front of Watson. She gazed at him lovingly and placed her hands on her abdomen. “Young Master, you must be tired after being away from home for such a long time. Do you want to eat or take a shower first, or perhaps eat me first?”

Pfft!

Watson picked up the cup and was about to drink it when he suddenly spat it all out and wiped the water stains on his body.

“It’s not just her; it’s us.”

Wendy added, glaring at her angrily. Capella had no choice but to change her words and pointed at Lilith. “Young Master, would you want to eat or take a shower first, or perhaps eat us first?”

“That’s easy.”

Lilith came in front of Watson and bent down with a swoosh. She began to remove her clothes until they were all off. They saw her snow-white and plump body, which seemed like jade sculpture; it attracted the surrounding people’s attention.

Capella and Wendy were stunned and shouted, “What are you doing?” Lilith stretched her hands behind her back and held her hair. She even had a strand of hair in her mouth and spoke in a normal tone.

“He’s supposed to eat me, right? How can Master enjoy it if I don’t take off all my clothes? Don’t worry, I’m a Hell Baron. I’m different from the low-class humans. Even if Master consumes me, I can be resurrected as long as there are still bits of me left. I thought maids were only slaves, but I misunderstood. So, maids are Master’s food source.”

Plop!

Watson fell from his chair and felt a bout of dizziness in his head.

What were those people thinking? His parents were arguing about whose child he was, while Lilith thought he would eat her. When he considered how that kind of daily routine would continue, he felt exhausted. It was more tiring than fighting a terrifying enemy for 300 rounds.