Axelius landed and walked straight to his room. Just as he was about to close the door, it suddenly flew open.
"Hey!" a voice shouted.
It was Cyruz, standing there with an annoyed look. "Why are you taking so long?!"
Axel stretched his arms and yawned. "I fell asleep."
Cyruz stomped his foot. "Damn it! We've been waiting! Hurry up and do your job!"
Without waiting for a reply, Cyruz grabbed Axel's arm and shoved him toward Millie. "Hurry up!" he barked, then slammed the door shut.
Millie gave a polite bow. "Your bath is ready, young master."
"Thanks, Millie," Axel said and walked to the bathroom.
Axel walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. Millie stood beside the bed, her hands politely folded in front of her. Laid out neatly on the clean sheets were the clothes she had prepared.
"Your clothes are ready, young master," she said with a small smile.
Axel looked at the outfit and gave a small nod of approval.
