Inside a lavish castle stood beside the central wizard tower, the old master of Kelly, paced back and forth, his brows furrowed in deep concern.
He had always been a picture of calm and authority, but today, something had shaken him to his core.
Julia, who had a quarrel with Fatty at the gambling house, observed him with a curious look. It was rare to see the old man, who usually belittled her and treated her like a spoiled brat, so visibly tense.
"What happened, master? Why do you seem so tense?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Master Kale ignored her, continuing his restless pacing. Julia, stood there for a long time and asked again, her persistence fuelled by the peculiar situation.
"Master..." she called out insistently.
"Shut up! How many times have I told you not to call me 'master'? Get out... go and play with your spoiled mud-headed friends," the old man snapped, his anger evident as he released a puff of smoke from his pipe.