Not long after meeting Sulley, Nikolai got a call from his father.
The icy wind blew past, sending a chill through his body. He scrunched his nose, which became red from the constant snowfall, while fastening his black trench coat and tying a red scarf.
'I feel at ease carrying this now...'
Clack
He tapped the hidden holster fastened to his chest with leather straps.
Thanks to Leona's lessons, he could maintain his custom Desert Eagle fully. But he only carried two magazines of the regular silver .44 bullets.
"Master!"
"Greetings, Lord."
Nikolai lifted his gaze to the maids, greeting them excitedly. A complete change in how they treated him compared to the past. All because he'd shown his power and abilities, which gained the trust of each group of combat maids. "Good afternoon, girls. Keep up the hard work." His voice settled to a deep, husky tone as he matured.
'I remember when I used to change my voice, haha... embarrassing.'
