Chapter 12 - 3.1: Blood-Slap
It was almost seven in the morning.
A young man lay sprawled across his bed, hair messy like a lion fresh out of the dryer, just about to close his eyes after staying up all night.
Seeing that it was still fifteen minutes before seven, Al let out a sigh of relief. Still enough time for a quick nap. To integrate with the family, at the very least, he had to join the family breakfast. Besides, breakfast was always a plus.
But before he could even shut his eyes—
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Young Master."
Al murmured quietly,
"Ughhh, I was just about to sleep..."
He got up and opened the door, finding a male servant holding a breakfast tray.
"What’s this?" he asked.
"Your breakfast, sir," the servant replied.
"Huh? Isn’t breakfast supposed to be in the dining room?"