Chapter 8: House of Dravenhart
Hiroshi was still poking and prodding the slime, a grin plastered on his face, when a sudden knock startled him. He instinctively shoved Owen under the sheets, covering him up just as the door creaked open.
A woman dressed in a maid's uniform stepped inside, bowing slightly before speaking. "Young Master, it is time to get ready. Breakfast will be served shortly, and your bath is prepared."
Hiroshi blinked, still catching his breath from the sudden surprise. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Now get out."
The maid's eyes widened, clearly shocked by his tone. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something, but Hiroshi's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing? I said I'll be there in a minute, so leave!"
The maid snapped her mouth shut, bowed hurriedly, and rushed out, closing the door with a soft click.
As soon as she was gone, Owen wobbled his way out from under the sheets, his surface shimmering slightly. "Hey, calm your nerves. You're not in your territory, you know?"
Hiroshi snorted, climbing down from the oversized bed with a bit of effort. He landed on the floor with a light thud, stretching his limbs. "Well, judging from my situation, I am in my territory."
Owen bounced in place, clearly confused. "What do you mean?"
Hiroshi smirked, brushing off his clothes and stretching his stiff muscles. "Think about it, genius. This room is huge, I got maids waking me up for breakfast, and I'm apparently some kind of young master. This has gotta be my place."