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Head Butler: So you will be requested for when Mr Kamen returns.

Yancy: Oh, splendid. Then I must thank you for your assistance.

Assistant Butler: (Passing by) Yeah, don’t just get fired.

Yancy: {Fired?} Cheers for the advice, mate.

Head Butler: We appreciate your organisation for stretching a helping hand to us.

Yancy: The pleasure’s entirely ours. So, Mr…?

Head Butler: I can be addressed as Senior Butler.

Yancy: Senior Butler, is it? Very well then, I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll be on my way now.

Head Butler: (Politely) Please, go on.

He gives way for Yancy. Oh right 😲—almost forgot—here is the profile of Yancy Wil Maarschalkerweerd:

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Yancy: (On a call) Yes, it’s left for Mr Kamen to officially confirm me as Young Kamen’s temporary annual nanny... He should be back in four to five days... I’ve no clue what difficulties await, but I’ve prepared an entire month for this. I shan’t mess it up... Yes, my gratitude to you.

Beep–Beep. The call ends.

Climbing the stairs of a terraced house, Yancy, approaching the fourth floor, feels the eyes of onlookers. He glances back—no one. Thus, he furthers his pace upstairs, unaware that neighbours on the third floor are peeking through their half-opened doors.

Head Butler: ...And Young Master, this is Gentleman Yancy Wil Maarschalkerweerd. As you were informed, he will be your caregiver for a year’s time. Show your respect.

Tiberius: Good morning, Gentleman Wil. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Yancy: And a pleasure to meet you too, young sir. I do hope we get along famously.

Head Butler: Excuse me then. (Exits)

Assistant Butler: (Squats and whispers) Hey, Master Junior, be on full guard. Who knows if he’s another?

The Assistant Butler bows his neck and walks out.

Yancy: Right then. (Walking about) You should be having your oboe lesson now, shouldn’t you?

Tiberius: (Surprised) How did you know my activity for this period?

Yancy pauses, then tilts his head backwards to glance at the Young Master, flashing a small schedule card.

Yancy: Well, it’s all written here, isn’t it?

Tiberius: What’s with that face...?

Yancy: 🚶Come along now, time waits for no one.

Tiberius: {What’s with that nonchalant attitude?}

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THUD!

Yancy: (Groans)

Oh, it’s Yancy Wil. It seems he’s been defeated by his boxing coach... again.

Vera: Tut, tut, tut. You’re still weak. I only used thirty percent of my strength, and you’re already conquered.

Yancy: 😆 Well, how could I possibly overpower my master?

Vera: Yan, you can’t stay soft forever, you know...

Yancy: And you know my past isn’t something I wish to trigger. For people like me, violence isn’t something easily unlearned once it’s begun.

Vera: (Heaves a sigh) Yo, you’ve got your own probs. Anyway, you free tomorrow?

Yancy: Nah, I’ve Evangelical Practice after church tomorrow.

Vera: Yeah, yeah, holy, holy, holy. I almost forgot you’re a churchy guy... or should I say a churchy—

Yancy: (Places a finger gently on her lips) Shh. Best not let words spill too freely.

Vera: 💢😊 You want some extra beating?

Yancy: 🙏 Have mercy on me, Master.

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Yancy: Junior Master, you simply cannot neglect that task. It’s vital.

Tiberius: Mr Yancy Wil! I see no reason why I should heed your words. You do know what shall occur if I frame you before my father?

Yancy remains quiet.

Tiberius: Let this not happen again.

Upon walking away, his wrist is suddenly seized by Yancy Wil, who hoists him gently over his left shoulder.

Tiberius: Huh?! What are you doing?!

Although, Yancy Wil doesn’t “heed” him 🤭 Good job, Yancy.

Passing through the foyer, the young master continues shouting—

Tiberius: Let me down, you rigid man! Let me down!

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Days pass. At the gates of the Empire Territory, a little girl of about ten, Azenor Woodwright, stretches her head out from the window of a fancy car.

Azenor: Heh, distant relative, I’m here for you. {(Sneer) He cannot escape me. None ever has.}

Oh-oh. I smell trouble.

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