Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

In the study of the patriarch at MacIntosh Castle.

"Is that all?" Artburg flicked his wrist, and the thin letter flew precisely into the fireplace, where it was quickly consumed by the magical flames.

The knight in light armor immediately lowered his head. "I don't know either why Prince Moshe didn't choose to travel with the temple priests."

Without looking up, Arterburg said in a cold voice, "Now find out where he went."

"Yes." The knight secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to bow and leave when he was suddenly called back.

"Wait a moment."

Will not.

Our Marquis would never say something like, "If you can't find out, you don't need to come back."

But what if?

Given the Marquis's current level of attention towards young Master Moshe, we might very well be kicked out of the Knights of Mackintosh for our incompetence!

Despite his efforts to comfort himself, the knight couldn't help but let his mind wander.

The Marquis of Mackintosh was a very restrained and proper man. He was good at hiding his emotions and usually appeared indifferent except when he was with his wife.

That's why even the slightest change in him attracts people's attention.

The first person to notice was Arteberg's adjutant, Barrett Lennon.

After the expedition ended, Barrett was surprised to find that his commander would occasionally raise the corners of his mouth, the curve so subtle as to be almost imperceptible.

At first, he thought he was seeing things, until he later observed that whenever Artberg received news about his second son, Moche, his eyes would become particularly focused, as if he were enjoying a trivial but pleasant little thing, or as if he was looking forward to something.

How could the aloof Arteberg Mackintosh dote on children?

What? You don't think this counts as pampering?

No, you don't understand, this is Arte Borge Mackintosh-style pampering.

This is really scary.

Rising sea levels, freshwater system disruption, ecosystem collapse, climate system imbalance, frequent geological disasters... Barrett could hardly imagine the series of chain reactions caused by melting glaciers.

For the sake of his career advancement and the rest of his life, he chose to keep it a secret.

Once this discovery is noticed by others, it loses its secretive nature.

Just like now.

The knight stood stiffly in place, staring straight ahead, his back covered in cold sweat, awaiting orders from his superior.

Arterburg used his index finger to pick up the gemstone pendant hanging on his chest, carefully examining the patterns on it, and said calmly, "There's no need for that anymore, you can go."

"Yes." The knight dared not linger for another second and quickly left.

Not long after, the study door was pushed open again.

“Father, we just received a strange message, and you…” Arthur paused abruptly upon seeing the glowing pendant, then gave an awkward laugh, “You received it too.”

My father has a habit of checking messages immediately, so the fact that he only took out the pendant now means he received it after me. Moche definitely still prefers me and Euphemia! The little figure excitedly raced through Arthur's mind.

“Moche said he’ll be away for a while, but he’ll attend the graduation ceremony on time.” Euphemia frowned slightly, her worry undisguised. “Does this mean he’ll be away for a year? Has he discussed it with you, Father?”

“No.” Arterburg glanced down at the information, tapping his index finger on the armrest of his seat.

Euphemia's face was serious, revealing a composure beyond her years. "In recent years, dimensional rifts have appeared more and more frequently. It's not safe for Moshe to be out there alone. The Mauk incident was resolved smoothly, and there are no abnormalities in the family or the academy. Why won't he come back..."

His azure eyes slowly turned, his gaze settling on Arthur.

Arthurs' eyes widened in disbelief. "Euphemiah? You doubt me?"

“Yes, and I have reason to suspect you. You wanted to get rid of Moshe before.” Euphemia crossed her arms, her face expressionless and her eyes cold.

“Just like you said, that was before!” Arthur spread his hands, anxiously defending himself. “My relationship with Moshe has long since improved. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my father!”

So the twins both looked at the silent Artburg, hoping to get a convincing answer.

Arterburg seemed to be thinking for a while before slowly speaking: "He plans to go to Tuoneko."

Euphemia turned and stared at Arthas, her gaze growing even colder, as if to say, "You see, it's all because of you."

I am wronged!

Father! Why didn't you prove my relationship with Moche first?! And sending Moche to Tuaneco was your decision back then! Arthur wanted to say this, but he didn't dare. The little voice inside him knelt on the ground, his hands outstretched, screaming in anguish.

“Go in,” Arteborgh said.

The next second, the knight entered with a letter, respectfully presenting it with both hands. "My lord, news has come from Tuaneco that young master Moche has entered the lord's city."

"What?!" Arthur raised his hand to his forehead, unable to believe what he had heard. "Only a day has passed since the temple priest said he was going back to Renekton. How did Moshe manage to get to Tuaneco in such a short time?"

"Do you think Moshe is the kind of person who would take risks without preparation?" Euphemia said helplessly. "In fact, we don't know him well. He might have received help from the Holy Envoy of the Dark Night."

Arthurs pursed his lips. "Yes..."

"I will investigate Moshe's matter thoroughly. You two go about your own business." Artburg held the letter, showing no intention of opening it even as the two children stared at him with pleading eyes.

Goodbye, Father.

Goodbye, Father.

The twins spoke in unison, exchanged glances, and slowly left the study.

On the other side, inside the main city of Tuaneco.

The cold wind crashed against the mountainside, then lashed out even more fiercely at the snow-covered buildings.

Ice shards and snowflakes were swept away, and soon fresh ones landed on rooftops and sidewalks.

Moshe stroked the soft, warm cloak covering his body and whispered, "Thank you, Cherry."

“Without the protection of magical power, your body will have a hard time adapting to the harsh environment of Tuaneko.” Cherry tucked two more warm stones into Moshe’s arms and straightened his collar. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do?”

As Moche observed the surroundings, he said, "Tuaneco, this place is full of potential; perhaps it holds clues to the last treasure I'm looking for."

“You mean…it?” Cherry nodded thoughtfully. “It is certainly possible.”

Moshe exhaled a puff of white breath. "Now I'll go find the steward and ask him to help me investigate the situation in the territory."

“Okay.” Cherry smiled kindly, but her eyes flashed with a dangerous light. “If that woman dares to send a clone over, I’ll make her taste what it’s like to have her soul burned.”

Cherry, who has temporarily left her role as a teacher, is becoming more and more like the person she was when she unleashed her power to slay her own kind—elegant yet mad.

Cherry should be able to become friends with Princess Sigdrifa, Moshe thought.