A bright morning arrived after a long, exhausting night for Al.
But his precious sleep—along with his dream of lazing around—was rudely interrupted.
In his new, luxurious, and spacious bedroom, Al should have been able to sleep soundly and wake up late, as usual. But—"ONE TWO THREE FOUR ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!"—the barked command from outside his window shattered that plan.
Al groaned, pressing a pillow over his head and kicking his legs against the bed like a sulking child.
"Ughhh… So noisy. Don't they know not everyone in this world lives like them?"
With sluggish movements, he cracked one eye open and drew back the curtains.
The side hall of the main house—the very place where he had once been punished—was now being used for the morning drills of the Virellano family's private troops, led by Uncle Acok. They had arrived only last night, but the man was already brimming with energy as he shouted orders.
