When the head of the Rasmussen family jumped down from the Earth Dragon, he had already noticed that his butler was waiting for him at the entrance to the castle's corridor.
He walked over, wanting to know why he was there.
"There is a visitor, sir," his butler said concisely.
"Who is it," the middle-aged Panso cat-person, Pensao, raised his eyebrows—curious as to who might be waiting for him.
"In the corridor, the usual spot," said the butler after catching the riding crop and bracelet his master threw at him.
Looking a bit older than he had a few years ago, Mr. Rasmussen arrived at the seventh arcade in the corridor and saw the human who looked even more aged than he did in previous years.
Ah, it turns out we've both aged.
