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"Second Master—" Butler Jen halted, looking around the empty living area. "Second Master Hugo? Where did he go? Did he go to bed without drinking some soup?"

Normally, whenever Hugo would come home after having some drinks with his friends, he would want to drink some hot soup. But he was not here. Deep lines appeared between Butler Jen's brows before he heard the door creak open from the outside.

"I'm home…" Slater announced lazily, lifting his gaze to Butler Jen. The latter was already holding a tray with a bowl of soup on it. The corner of Slater's lips hooked up, glancing at the steam rising from the bowl.

His heart felt warm, assuming Butler Jen prepared him hot soup the moment he found out he was home. Surely, he was Butler Jen's favorite.