Morning came, the sun rose bright and fair. In the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly pleasant with the invigorating freshness of the morning. Mort returns home to the Brethren city and headed straight into the Aslanovs' manor after he talks to Sumire's family.
Emerge from his phantom car, Mort felt a surge of happiness in his veins. The news elevated his mood. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been happier. The hunk never imagined himself in these situations but this is him now, he felt like an ordinary person.
Mort unconsciously hums as he strode toward the manor. With a calm and cool demeanor, a charming smile curved on his lips. All he knows he is deeply delighted.
"Is that really our Master?"
"I have never seen Master like this..."
"I think Master was just reborn from being a demon."
