"My good nephew, are you alright? You should be resting on your bed, you aren't fit to be going around yet or to be ruling the family."
The middle-aged man was wearing rather fancy clothes. His face resembled the triplet Vritra saw briefly a while ago, so it must be Art's uncle.
"And you are?" Vritra paused and looked back at him. It seemed he would have to first deal with some internal problems.
"Call me uncle Sid. I heard you lost your memories, now go back to your room and rest." Sid said, pushing his hair back.
Vritra ignored the man, turning to the guard he questioned: "Where is Gunter?"
"He is-" the guard began to answer but was interrupted.
A big smirk appeared over Sid's face. He was trying to show his dominance and he just got the perfect reason.
"How dare you call your father, the monarch, by his name!! It seems you have lost your manners while living outside, let me teach you some manners."
Sid raised his hand, his face full of wildness.
