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"My son Liszt, whom I am so proud of, your great efforts significantly contributed to the glory of my title," said the Earl, no, the Marquis of Bull Tail, as he patted Liszt on the shoulder. There was none of the father's solemnity, only his tender love. In fact, the Marquisate was entirely earned by Liszt himself.
Looking at his tall and handsome second son, the Earl was filled with emotions that swelled in his belly.
From the moment Liszt was born, resembling Melissa, the Earl had high hopes for him, wishing he would surpass himself; to the disappointment and disenchantment that grew when Liszt became increasingly timid, aloof, and seemed like a lost cause in terms of talent.
Now, every step that Liszt took shook the world, leaving the Earl not only shocked but also in a position to regard him as an equal, if not look up to him.
The Earl's second son not only maintained his handsome features as always, but his talents had also undergone an earth-shaking transformation.
