However, that had temporarily changed.
He lifted his wet face and stared at his reflection through his sloppy eyelids.
Finally, he had something more lethal than the destroying Flying Sword. Finally, he had something that could also announce him loudly. Monica was no longer the only one who could walk the destructive path.
His hand grabbed the laid out towel folded neatly beside the silver basin, and dried his face.
Knock knock.
Nexus already knew what it was for even before the voice came;
"Sire, the Lady of the estate has requested that you join her for breakfast at once."
Remembering last night, Nexus smiled to himself as he put on a new tunic. It was his second big boy purchase from the market. Hopefully, this time, the lady would not ruin it by cummin' all over it.
....
Four minutes later, Nexus swaggered into the great hall with a spring in his step,
