Leaving Claude’s study, Rane saw a middle-aged man with a thin build, a high nose bridge and rather thin lips silently appear at his side.

“Young master, it was my suggestion that the master use Confession Incense.”

The man with a somewhat stern look on his face was the mansion’s butler, Soth.

He bowed deeply toward Rane.

“Please do not blame the master.”

Soth was fiercely loyal to Claude.

The two had once been comrades on the battlefield and Claude’s life had been saved by Soth several times.

Rita too, had been watched over by Soth ever since she was little.

Although Soth was the mansion’s butler, in reality both Claude and Rita already regarded him as family.

It was just that Soth was somewhat rigid by nature.

He believed that since he was the mansion’s butler, he naturally needed to clearly distinguish his position from that of the head of the household, so in daily life he treated Claude and the others with extreme respect.

“Soth, I really don’t mind such a small matter, so there’s no need for you to be like this.”

Rane reached out to help Soth up and said with a smile.

“There’s no rift between my father and me and I’ve never once thought of blaming anyone.”

When it came to Soth, Rane’s attitude instead became even more cautious.

He would never regard Soth as an ordinary butler.

In fact, the game’s setting had mentioned Soth’s past.

Back on the battlefield, Soth had always been active as the captain of the kingdom’s assassination unit, handling extremely difficult enemy decapitation missions.

Anyone capable of sitting in that position would be terrifyingly strong, both in personality and in ability.

Rane estimated that even Old Claude would not be his opponent.

Although it was unclear why such a fierce figure was willing to become the butler of the Claude family, Rane absolutely did not dare show any attitude toward this former assassination captain.

He vaguely remembered that later on, when Rita went to study in the Royal Capital, she was even dragged into a dangerous case involving the royal family.

In the end, it was Soth stepping in personally that spared Rita from a stint in prison.

From that plot point alone, it was clear that Soth also had extensive connections on the Royal Capital’s side.

In short, building a good relationship now was definitely not a loss for Rane.

“Since the opportunity is rare, please see me back to my room, Soth. There are some things I’d like to ask of you.”

Things had already been cleared up on Claude’s side.

From Soth’s expression, Rane could tell that he already knew about the conversation in the study, making it the perfect time to ask him to handle some preliminary preparations.

Soth nodded.

Without saying a word, he walked ahead of Rane.

The two went up to the second floor of the mansion, passed two corners and arrived at Rane’s room.

As soon as he entered, Rane smelled the rich scent of calming grass incense, as well as the faint white glow emanating from the healing runes on the bed curtains.

These were all things meant to alleviate Rane’s ‘frail and sickly’ condition.

Although they hadn’t really had much effect, one could still feel a heavy, earnest fatherly love from them.

Old Claude truly treated Rane as if he were his own biological son.

Years of living habits caused Rane’s body to naturally feel a familiar sense of closeness the moment he returned to his room.

He relaxed slightly, sat down by the bed and explained his needs to Soth, who had followed him in.

There weren’t many things that needed special preparation.

Nothing more than some essential travel luggage, several practical magic runes and a few books to pass the time along the journey.

Unlike Rita and the others, Rane’s constitution was far too weak to adapt to the magical fluctuations brought about by teleportation magic, which would only make his current condition even worse.

Although traveling to the Royal Capital by carriage would likewise involve constant jolting, that could be alleviated through certain specific magic runes.

Moreover, Rane also wanted to take this opportunity to properly sort out the tangled thoughts in his mind.

Most importantly, he needed to organize information related to this world.

This point was especially important.

Rane planned to write down some key points tonight and commit them to deep memory.

Most of the content from the game in his mind had already become extremely blurry.

At present, Rane only retained a rough outline, with no way to restore all the details one by one.

Therefore, before heading to the Royal Capital, Rane still needed to resolve his own memory issues.

“That’s about it. You can handle the rest as you see fit. I probably won’t be departing for the Royal Capital until about three days from now. If there are any additional requirements, I’ll inform you in advance.”

“I will prepare everything you’ve requested, young master.”

There was almost no extra expression on Soth’s face.

He nodded and just as he was about to leave, he heard Rane’s voice again.

“Oh right. Tell Father that, if possible, I’d like to accompany Rita to take part in the ‘Pixie Covenant’. Of course, I won’t interfere with the covenant-forming process itself. I just want to watch from the side.”

This request caused Soth to pause for a moment.

He quickly realized his lapse in composure and bowed.

“I will relay your request.”

This so-called ‘Pixie Covenant’ was a tradition of Claude’s family.

Claude’s ancestors had once entered into a covenant with the Pixie King.

Each generation of children, after awakening their magic source, could visit the Spirit Hall and obtain the recognition of a Pixie.

The Pixies of this world and elves were two completely different races.

Those who resembled humans, had pointed ears, loved nature and lived in forests were called elves, fitting perfectly with the elf image from Rane’s preconceived notions.

Pixies, on the other hand, were existences similar to spiritual bodies.

They could freely change their form and could bestow a unique ability upon anyone who gained their recognition.

Pixies lived in a special region known as the Spirit Hall, under the protection of the Pixie King.

Without a corresponding covenant, no one could proactively travel to the Spirit Hall.

Because Rita had never awakened her magic source, she had yet to visit the Spirit Hall up to now.

In the original work, when Rita visited the Spirit Hall, she gained the recognition of a Pixie named Nunu and obtained an absurdly powerful ability—casting spells without a medium.

In a world where everyone needed a medium to cast spells, the dominance of mediumless casting needed no further explanation.

There was no such thing as being disarmed.

It was all about casting with a thought and striking exactly where one pointed.

Terrifying.

If Pixie recognition were a kind of talent gacha system, then the talent Rita rolled was absolutely in the highest tier.

Rane knew this was an opportunity.

A perfect chance to resolve his own blurry memory.

Some Pixies could enhance memory and reinforce knowledge within the mind, making them extremely suitable for Rane’s current situation.

And he just so happened to know that within the Spirit Hall, there was a Pixie that perfectly matched his wishes.

Therefore, the matter of entering the Spirit Hall together with Rita was something Rane had to ensure was feasible.

This was tied to whether he would be able to smoothly recall the game’s plot in the future, as well as the already revealed information hidden within this world, all the details and pitfall points.

Most importantly, Rane had forgotten the details of how Rita invited the Cloud Dragon out of seclusion in the original work.

He only remembered that after the Cloud Dragon joined the party, it was a cute, twin-tailed, legally recognized loli.

Humans only remember the memories that are most vivid.