"Master, I'm going to say it again. Let's go outside and patrol the garden," Celia said.
"Yes, Master. It's really beautiful out here," Linda added.
"Okay, fine, if you insist," Nolan said.
They all stepped out of the room and walked toward the garden. In the distance, they could hear the clash of armor and the sounds of knights on patrol.
"Well, let's ignore it," Nolan muttered as they passed by.
"Wait, who is that? They're chasing…" Linda squinted from afar. "Am I imagining things? Why is she spying on us? I hope it isn't who I think it is."
Lyra, unaware of their presence, ran closer. She didn't notice Nolan as she barreled forward—and bumped right into him.
"Master! What are you doing here?" Lyra exclaimed.
"I could ask you the same thing," Nolan replied. "Aren't you supposed to be at home with Cynthia? What the hell are you doing here? And how did you even get in?"
