Chapter 8: Lia
Hearing the sound of footsteps growing closer, Azrael’s mind raced and he quickly walked to the bed he had been sleeping in earlier.
As he neared the bed, he suddenly noticed a set of pajamas—suitable for a young boy—and a pendant lying on the other side of the mattress.
Seeing the position of the clothes and the pendant, a possibility suddenly occurred to him, but with the sound of footsteps drawing nearer, he had no time to dwell on it.
He quickly threw the pajamas under the bed and picked up the pendant.
The moment he picked it up, just like with the pocket watch, an information window appeared before his eyes.
Thanks to his Infinite Comprehension trait, he read the details in an instant. Realizing the pendant’s nature, he quickly stopped himself from putting it on and placed it on the table beside the bed.
Knock! Knock! — — —
"Young Lord, are you alright?"
A hurried knock on the door followed, accompanied by a man’s urgent voice.
Azrael carefully tried to recall if he recognized the voice, but he was certain he had never heard it before. That meant the man outside was someone he had never met.
"Master Azrael, I am coming in. Please forgive my intrusion," The man said. After knocking a few more times and still receiving no response, he pushed open the door.
Before the door fully opened, Azrael quickly closed his eyes and fell face-first onto the bed—his legs dangling off the side, giving the impression that he had just stood up but had suddenly lost consciousness.
