As Damian entered the kitchen, he found Robert guiding the staff on how to prepare breakfast.
Robert was the same as ever – dressed in his butler suit with his gray hair meticulously combed.
Damian had gotten a bit closer to him over the past week.
Everyone in the council except Elizabeth, Gareth, and Arielle had been isolating him to some extent since the day that argument happened.
So usually, Damian would just sit quietly at the table, eat his breakfast, and head back to his training without a word.
Seeing Damian enter the kitchen, Robert greeted him warmly.
"Ah! Good morning, Sir Damian. You should have just called for me. I would have served you your breakfast directly."
"No need for that, Robert. And stop calling me 'Sir' already, would you?"
Damian replied helplessly. The old man never seemed to listen.
He walked toward a small table placed in the corner of the kitchen, where the staff usually ate, and sat down.
