Henry opened his eyes and removed the sound barrier.
He didn't notice it, but he had been in thought for a long while now.
Felicia sat on the chair with Purity in front of her. The two of them chatted.
Felicia was excited, but Purity was shy. Overall, they looked like two friends.
"Yes. Master is a bit straightforward, but he's nice."
"Master? Oh, right. You're the disciple he spoke about."
Purity was sensitive to the word 'master' because she was a slave. She was supposed to call Henry that, but she hadn't yet.
"How was your bath?" Henry interjected.
Felicia and Purity turned to him together.
Purity blushed and looked away.
"Master, why did you get a slave?" Felicia asked, her voice containing a tinge of questioning.
Purity didn't dare not answer Henry. "Good."
"You…"
