The sun had just begun to rise over the Armand estate, and the soft chirping of birds filled the cool morning air. Inside the manor, Liana walked quickly through the hallways, carried a tray of breakfast that she had made for her young master.
But when she entered his bedroom, she found it empty.
"Haaa... This young master of mine," she muttered, setting the tray down with a sigh. "It's still early, and he hasn't eaten breakfast yet. Where could he have gone this time?"
Liana placed her hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the room before she turned and headed outside. It didn't take long for her to figure out where Javier had gone. She made her way toward the Pekko pen, and sure enough, there he was—grinning widely as he saddled his bright orange Pekko, the one he named "Buddy."
"Young Master!?" she called, her voice a mix of annoyance and authority. "Where do you think you're going!?"