The report

Sebastian didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"He woke up" this aroused the baron's attention.

The baron immediately straightened and on his face was a mixture of worry and relief a strange contrast of emotions, but the hopefulness in those eyes was unmistakable.

"He did! Is he awake yet, should I go and visit him?" there was so much hope in those words that the white-haired man felt bad for destroying it.

"When I entered his room he was crying and when he saw me a ran towards me and jumped on me as he used to do ages ago at the age of five and he was wailing so hysterically that calming him down took hours. He didn't stop crying he just collapsed again."

All the hope in those eyes disappeared and was replaced by worries. The baron looked guilty, angry, and regretful at his helplessness. He couldn't help his child, what worse fat can a father be blessed with? He was extremely disappointed in himself. He wished he could do something.

"Upon that his health seems to be deteriorating faster he is too light and weak and fragile. I am afraid if things keep going the way they are going... it scares me to think and say this but this might grow into something big, have you been able to contact the professionals."

"I could contact them but the appointment is too far along, this is all so sudden, It makes me wonder if he was hiding his ill health from us and if so, then for how long.

You are dismissed for now."

The butler left silently and although the two people were silent inside their hearts was an ongoing storm of worry and expectations.