Chapter 19 - 4.2 : The Unwelcoming Dining Table
That morning, warm sunlight slipped through the curtains of Al’s room.
Sunday. The only day he could sleep in, pull the blanket up until noon, and indulge in that rare moment known as "sleeping for no reason."
But this morning was different.
Knock knock knock...
A soft knock at the door made him grimace.
Before he could pretend not to hear it, a servant’s voice followed.
"Young Master Al, you are requested to come to the dining room. Today... you’re allowed to have breakfast with the family."
The words sounded strange to his ears. Allowed?
Like a child who’d just leveled up.
But he didn’t respond—just muttered softly and slowly got up.
His expression remained blank as usual, but his mind raced: What’s going on today?
When he stepped into the main dining hall—a large room with a long table draped in white linen and a chandelier overhead—everyone was already there.