After the dramatic "victory" in the hall, Al finally returned to his new room.
The air inside was calmer now. Morning training had ended, the guards had dispersed, and the servants had gone back to their daily routines. That meant no more disturbances—except for the rising temperature as the dry season settled in.
Thankfully, this time the room had an air conditioner, which was definitely a plus.
Unfortunately, for some reason, he felt like he should ask permission before using it, as if he still considered himself a guest.
Al stared at the large AC unit hanging on the wall, wondering why he felt so hesitant to use the facilities when he was, in fact, the biological son of this household.
His shoulders slumped slightly, fingers tapping against his thigh, as if trying to shake off this irrational sense of restraint.
"Huff… what am I even afraid of," he muttered quietly before switching it on.
Cool air washed over him, relaxing the tension in his shoulders.
