บท 112: Young Master

Desmond clapped his hands, a subtle indication for the maid to enter. With his right hand now functioning normally, he no longer needed to rely on snapping his fingers. As the maid entered the room, Desmond noted that she was not Annie. She bowed respectfully and entered without waiting for his permission.

"Bring me parchment, pen, and ink," Desmond instructed, his tone firm but polite.

"Yes, young mas-"

"Also, help me with this." Desmond gestured awkwardly towards his bald head, a remnant of the recent events.

"Please wait, young master." The maid chanted an incantation, her hand hovering over Desmond's head. A magical circle materialized, merging seamlessly with his scalp. Slowly, tiny hairs sprouted from every corner of the circle, gradually covering his entire head with luscious locks.