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The next day, Sebastian was yet again styling Jylan's hair with a comb, a bit better than last time, and as for the revenge of last time. Since the mirror wasn't here this time, it was even better for Sebastian. Indeed, Jylan's hair was now sticking up in a …

Mohawk. 

Sebastian snickered. 

"You look wonderful, My Lord," Sebastian said dryly, covering his laugh with a loud sneeze. Jylan smiled, confused, and said, "I don't feel any hair tickling my ear like it usually would. It's as if my hair is sticking up…" Sebastian now sneezed again, and Jylan said, "Oh, dear, butler, you seem to have spring allergies."

"My Lord, it's winter right now…" Sebastian chided, and Jylan sighed. It was going to be spring soon, though, and both of them knew it because there was one final monumental event at the start of spring, which both the butler and the duke hated with a burning passion. 

A meeting with all the representatives of kingdoms - an event that Sebastian had previously been forced to attend. Of course, Sebastian hated it for the simple reason that it was unnecessary and boring - the people in it always went around in circles instead of getting anywhere. This didn't explain why Jylan hated it since he wasn't a ruler but a duke - indeed, he hated it for a different reason. 

One of the rulers of the kingdom, the Bringer Kingdom, loves to participate in the slave trade, and ultimately Jylan held a sizeable grudge against not one or two people but a whole kingdom. Sebastian already knew all this, which was why he had avoided the topic of spring like the plague to avoid making Jylan uncomfortable. 

"It's unfair." Jyaln muttered, and Sebastian, standing behind him with a comb raised like a weapon, said, "What's unfair?" The duke now sighed and said, "If only there was some way to attend the meeting … then we could try to help all the innocent people in the Bringer kingdom." 

Sebastian's comb paused in the air. Then, 

"Hey, aren't Lei and Chris attending the meeting? Their rulers, aren't they?" 

Both of them stared at each other for a minute, before they both lept up at the same time to write a letter.