Edward Scott straightened up and got out of bed. He immediately looked a bit embarrassed as he glanced at his lower body. His pants were sticking out in a large bulge between his legs. It was obvious that this meant his body had pretty much recovered. This was a sign of abundant energy.

　　Maybe Edward Scott had made too much noise getting out of bed.

　　Little Cecilia on the other side also rubbed her eyes and sat up. From her angle, she happened to see the large bulge in Edward Scott's lower body.

　　Cecilia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she sat half-upright on the bed, a bit at a loss.

　　"Young master Angley... how should I serve you?" she asked in a small voice.

　　Looking at the cute and beautiful fifteen-year-old girl on the bed saying such words, Edward Scott instantly felt his blood boil, his mind went hot, and he almost couldn't resist pouncing on her.

　　"Can you do basic chores? If so, hurry up and go fetch some water for me to wash up," he said in a low voice, forcefully suppressing the fire inside him.

　　"Y-yes..."

　　Maybe his expression had frightened the girl; her face turned a little pale, and she hurriedly got out of bed, ran to open the door, and dashed out of the bedroom.

　　Only then did Edward Scott relax his body a little.

　　Although Cecilia was a gift from his father, she was such a young girl that, according to his conscience and morals, he really couldn't bring himself to touch her.

　　And more importantly, this kind of thing was far too early for him at this point. He was only fourteen; getting involved in this too soon could very likely lead to congenital weakness and make him even frailer.

　　So even though the other party could become his object of enjoyment at any time, Edward Scott still restrained himself under the control of reason.

　　After Cecilia left, Edward Scott no longer felt such a strong urge.

　　He had been too tired yesterday and hadn't washed up, which made Edward Scott, who used to wash his face and feet every night before bed, feel very uncomfortable.

　　"It seems like here they only wash up once a day. Water isn't nearly as convenient as before, so it's impossible to waste it like that. What a hassle."

　　He walked to the open window and leaned out to look down.

　　On the open ground in front of the woods outside, a squad of black-armored soldiers was jogging in formation. They wore heavy black iron full-body armor and carried greatswords as wide as a palm on their backs. They were doing morning exercises. Fine yellow dust flew up from where they ran.

　　"Eleven!!"

　　The leading soldier shouted.

　　"Eleven!!" everyone else shouted as well. Although it was a bit uneven, the voices were loud and clear. Mixed in were crisp birdsongs.

　　Edward Scott suddenly felt a refreshing sensation. The last bit of sleepiness quickly faded away.

　　"Now it's time to think about how to improve my physical fitness." Edward Scott stroked his chin, watching the soldiers below, lost in thought.

　　"I remember the chip has two abilities: one is analysis, the other is memory storage. Analysis requires a lot of data to produce a reliable result, just like when I scanned my father and Otis the knight's physical fitness yesterday—it wasn't precise, just a rough range. And it can only collect information through my senses. As for storage, it can serve as a database for the analysis function, able to collect a large amount of data, but it only acts like a hard drive; just because it's stored doesn't mean I immediately gain the memory. There's a process, a process of inputting from the chip into the brain's memory area."

　　Edward Scott mused.

　　"If I want to improve my physical fitness, then the only and best way is to train, and the chip's analysis ability should be able to help me correct my training methods and find the most suitable way for my body."

　　After a while, Cecilia brought in a silver basin and a towel. After washing up, he told her to obediently stay in the room.

　　Only then did Edward Scott leave the room, following the spiral staircase down.

　　The morning light wasn't very bright yet. Holding onto the wooden handrail, he walked down; the whole stairwell still seemed a bit dim.

　　Going down from the fourth floor, there was a small window at every landing.

　　As Edward Scott came down, he saw a maid struggling to open each of these windows for ventilation.

　　"Good morning, young master Angley," the maid greeted Edward Scott respectfully when she saw him.

　　The sounds of the guards' morning exercises outside drifted in through the windows.

　　Edward Scott glanced at the maid. She was just a young, pretty girl, no older than twenty. All the maids in this castle had been personally selected by the baron—no ugly ones, no ignorant ones—so they were all quite pleasing to the eye.

　　"What guard unit is doing morning exercises outside?" Edward Scott asked.

　　"That's Lord Anrui's cavalry squad," the maid replied respectfully.

　　"Lord Anrui?"

　　"Lord Anrui is Otis lord's first adjutant. It's normal that you don't know him, young master; he was only recently recruited into the castle," the maid said softly.

　　"Oh, I see." Edward Scott nodded and said no more, continuing down.

　　Leaving the residential building, there was a wide, empty open space.

　　The entire castle was built in a circle, formed by a ring of connected buildings. The center was the activity ground.