The call rang a couple of times before the butler picked, making Davian's frown deepen.
Arthur seemed to always have his face pressed to his phone because whenever he called, the butler barely let it ring before he picked up.
"Hello, Master Davian," The butler croaked.
Davian had to wonder if the butler had fallen sick because he was usually long awake by this time.
"Come to my study," He said shortly, hanging up.
This wasn't something he could discuss over the phone; it was a bit of a touchy topic.
And if it weren't for the out of place scent in his room, he wouldn't have known that someone had been in his room.
His memories weren't being at all helpful, so if they had to resort to using the mansion's cameras to find the person out, he would.
He lounged behind his desk, trying not to think and failing.
Arthur was knocking at the door of his study in no time, and Davian allowed him in, stunned at what he saw then.
