Ethan returned to the apartment, washed up and lay down on the bed, barely warming up the blanket, when urgent knocking woke him up, much to the cat's displeasure, who bunched the blanket into a ball.
Ave stood at the door, sneakily peeking inside, and was rewarded with an angry glare from the cat.
"Baron Gledin wants us to go to his estate as soon as possible; the maid sounds really anxious, seems like something happened."
Ethan immediately put on his suit and followed behind Ave.
The good news was, Baron Gledin was still alive. When entering, he was sitting upright at the table, opposite him was a petite gold-haired girl, just around thirteen or fourteen, sitting like a porcelain doll, with a metal dog lying by her legs. This metal dog was covered in blood, with bits of meat stuck in its teeth, no wonder Baron Gledin was so anxious.
Ethan had already roughly guessed the girl's identity.
