Isaiah's disappearance

Conan was standing outside the castle, deep in thought, when he caught Abel and Sunny walking out of the castle. He immediately jogged his way to meet them, standing beside Abel while Sunny was on his right. 

"What is it now, Conan? Can't you see I'm having a moment after arguing with my wife?" Abel resisted rolling his eyes. The last thing he wanted right now was Conan nagging him with the most unnecessary things.

"Handsome Uncle, my grandpa said I can take the dogs out for a walk tomorrow." Sunny grinned, eyes sparkling excitedly. 

Conan simply cast the sparkling little girl a cursory look and let out a long-suffering sigh. 

"Your Majesty, the squad returned with Morro. Apparently, they didn't meet with the Grand Duke of Fleure."

Abel stopped and quirked a brow, turning his head at Conan. "They didn't meet with Isaiah?"