Celia's eyes narrowed slightly, flicking to Damian, who was standing close behind Nolan. "Oh… but Master, why is he following you? Does that mean he's going with you?"
Linda folded her arms, also eyeing Damian. "Hey, wait a minute. Is it true? Is he going with you?"
Nolan raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, looking slightly awkward. "Yeah… he's going with me. Is there a problem with that?"
"Yes, there is, Master," Linda said quickly, stepping closer. "Take me with you instead."
"No, take me!" Celia blurted out, glaring at Linda. "Don't take him—take me with you!"
Damian blinked at them both, then straightened his posture with a faint smile tugging at his lips, clearly aware of the tension in the room.
"Hey, you. Is there anything you want to say? You have to say it. Why are you staring at me?" Linda asked, her eyes sharp.
Damian quickly looked away, blushing slightly.
"Oh, you guys… goodbye. I'll be taking my leave," Nolan said calmly.
