'I feel drained…' Azel thought, dragging himself out of bed.
Not only had Medusa completely worn him out the moment he stepped into the house after handling the Sybil situation, but he'd also spent half the night inspecting the new boundaries of their territory.
"Master…" Medusa murmured in her sleep, clinging to his side like a vine.
Lillia, on the other hand, had both arms wrapped around his waist like the good daughter she was.
He sighed. 'These women are going to suffocate me one of these days.'
Carefully, he slipped free from their grips and got to his feet.
His uniform hung neatly on a nearby chair… it was washed, ironed, and freshly perfumed.
Probably Anya's handiwork. After a quick shower and breakfast, he adjusted his tie and headed outside.
He wanted to get to the Academy early for today… but before that, he had something else in mind.
The backyard was quiet except for the sound of sharp impacts sounding through the morning mist.
