Sebastian and Al were already nearing the vicinity of the Virellano residence.
Just one more turn into the elite district, then a straight road for a few hundred meters, and they would arrive.
The car they were using was no longer the extravagant luxury vehicle from before.
This one was still a luxury car, but more casual in appearance—something refined enough to bring to any event without drawing unnecessary attention.
Sebastian glanced at Al through the rearview mirror, watching him in the passenger row.
"How far should we escort you, Master? Are we entering the Virellano residence?" he asked from the front seat near the driver.
Al, sitting alone in the middle row, jolted slightly. He had been on the verge of falling asleep, only to snap awake at Sebastian's voice.
"Ah… just drop me off at the last turn," he said flatly, wiping a small trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.
"There's no need to take me all the way inside," he added.
