"Hmmm~"

Angela hummed a tune as she skipped down the hallway.

​ "Just another hour before he comes! But for now…."

She stopped right before Arvell's door.

"I should check up on my little brother!"

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Arvell? Big sis's here to check up on you!"

"..."

"Arvell, are you there? Are you sleeping?"

Angela put her ear to the door.

"Mphfff!"

Hearing a small muffled cry come across the door, her face paled.

"Arvell! Are you okay?"

"Mphfff!"

Now Angela was apprehensive about his condition.

"Arvell, open the door!"

"Mphfff…"

It must have been her imagination, but she heard the soft cries become fainter.

Sweat began to drip down her brow.

"Arvell, I'm going to get help! Just hold on!"

Angella had no means to enter the room without breaking down the door itself.

She wasn't one hundred percent sure that he was in danger.

The best case was to call her father for help.

He probably had spare keys for the rooms.

"Cloak me in a veil of wind! Grant me the power of the neverending gale… Zephyr Cloak!"

A wind cloak surrounded Angela as she dashed off to replace her father.

Usually, the usage of magic was strictly forbidden within the mansion, but this was an emergency.

Her new brother could be in trouble!

She ran so fast that she was a blur.

The countless maids and butlers within the mansion were thrown into a frenzy by the strong gust of wind she gave off as she dashed past them.

"AHHH!"

"What's that?"

"Someone's using wind magic!"

Angela felt guilty for knocking them down, but this was an emergency.

She ran to her father's study and opened the door in a hurry, bewildering her parents and brother.

"Angela? Is something wrong, darling?" Lienna asked with a confused expression.

Wilfried narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized his daughter.

"That spell… Did you use Zephyr Cloak? IN THE HOUSE?"

Lienna's mouth also contorted into a displeased frown.

"Angela, dear, you remember the rules on using spells inside the house, right?"

Angela nodded her head in a hurry.

"Yes, mom, but this is an emergency!"

The mood within the room immediately became heavy.

"Honey, what happened? Is everything okay?"

Wilfried's displeasure at his daughter's actions became overshadowed by his concern.

Angela wasn't the type to lie.

If she said it was an emergency, it most likely was.

Angela shook her head.

"No, it's not okay. It's Arvell; I-I think he's in danger!"

"Did something happen to him? He was only in his room for a few hours! He didn't even leave. Could he be injured from his fight?" Lienna's eyes widened, "could he be dying from a delayed poison or something like that?"

"I don't know! His door was locked!" Angela anxiously replied.

"Oh no! He could be dying with no one around to help him!"

Wilfried stood up, walked over to his wife, and put his hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Take a breath, love. We should try to figure out what happened properly instead of creating empty speculations to scare ourselves with."

"But… Arvell could be in danger!"

"Staying here and worrying won't change anything."

"Arvell is tough. He's probably fine; he was able to survive the Algreppian Mountain Range while also taking care of me. He's not that weak!" Zen chimed in.

Wilfried nodded his head at his son's timely assist.

He turned his attention back to his daughter.

"Where is Arvell right now?"

"In his room. The door is locked, so I can't get in."

Wilfried nodded his head before rushing over to his drawer and removing a key from it.

"I'll go on ahead, bring a doctor with you."

Luckily they had one over at the mansion right now.

They didn't want to take any chances with Arvell's condition, so they decided to let the doctor stay the night at the estate.

The instant he finished his sentence, Wilfried vanished, leaving only a trail of afterimages behind.

The gust was strong enough to displace some of the furniture in the room, causing the papers on his table to fly as well.

"I'm coming too!"

Angela also took off after Wilfried, creating another blast of wind.

Zen shook his head at the scene of countless papers sprawled across the room.

'And this is why using magic is strictly banned indoors.'

"Come on, Zen, let's go replace a doctor!"

Lienna pulled Zen to his feet and went in search of the doctor.

***

Wilfried dashed through the hallways as fast as he could.

'Hold on, Arvell, I'm coming!'

The maids and butlers cleaning up the mess caused by Angela's earlier burst of wind were once more blown away.

"Not again…"

Pulling themselves back up, they tried to fix their dishevelled appearances.

Unfortunately, another wind blew them back to the floor before they were given a chance.

This time butlers and maids decided to just stay down.

On the chance of a third, Silvercolt decided to join the previous two.

"This is getting old fast." One of the butlers muttered.

The surrounding people all nodded their heads in agreement.

Life wasn't easy for them…

On the other hand, Wilfried had already reached Arvell's door and began furiously knocking on the door.

"Arvell, are you there?"

Hearing no response, Wilfried resolved himself.

"I'm coming in!"

Taking the master key, he popped it into the keyhole.

"Father!"

Angela came to a stop beside her father, watching him open the key to the bedroom with anxiety.

Who knew what they would replace?

The instant they barged in, they found the room empty, except for one nervous-looking fox.

"Kyuu…"

Angela raced over, scooping August into her hands.

"Auggie, where is Arvell?"

August paused briefly before turning his head toward the closed bathroom door.

His nervous face changed into expectation as the bathroom door opened, and Arvell appeared from the bathroom with a soft smile.

"Sorry, I fell asleep in the bathtub. So why are you all here? Do you need me?" Arvell asked with a soft-yet raspy voice.

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