Kris and Cillian spotted the sleek, black SUV from a distance as they made their way through the quiet streets.
they approached it and then suddenly the vehicle's door slid opened smoothly, revealing a man seated in the driver's seat.
His tall frame, marked by his striking blue hair, stood out even as he sat at attention, waiting.
Argus Vundag an old retired soldier, now a loyal guard and driver for the Blazewood family, he greeted them with a firm nod.
His imposing presence was softened by the calm, composed air he exuded.
"How was your first day at school, Young Master Kris?" Argus asked, his eyes flicking.
Without waiting for a response, he turned to Cillian.
"And did you do your duty well, Cillian?"
Cillian, seated in the front beside him with his usual serious demeanor, gave a quick nod before responding.
His voice was steady as he recounted the events of the day, his professionalism clear.
Argus listened carefully, then nodded in approval, his gaze returning briefly to the road ahead.
The vehicle eased onto the road, going through the city streets as the fading daylight cast a long shadow.
Kris leaned back in his seat, looking out the window at the changing scenery, where towering buildings gradually gave way to an expansive landscapes as they approached the Blazewood Manor.
The gentle hum of the engine, combined with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, created a sense of tranquility.
As he thought about going back to school, he recalled his previous experiences, where he had often felt isolated due to his hectic work schedule since he was an orphan.
'Going back to school again, I thought I would be as lonely as I was back then,' he reflected. Yet, a hint of optimism began to creep into his mind.
'Maybe this time, I could enjoy my school life.'
The idea brought a small smile to his face, illuminating the possibilities that lay ahead.
The grand entrance loomed ahead, an imposing structure that echoed the elegance of a bygone era.
The mansion, with its timeworn stone façade, displayed a majestic blend of classic architecture and aristocratic charm, featuring tall, weathered columns that supported an expansive balcony adorned with intricate carvings.
The once-vibrant cream color of the walls had softened with age, now complemented by the rich green of ivy that clung lovingly to its sides.
Surrounding the manor were sprawling gardens filled with fragrant blooms, their colors a stark contrast against the neatly trimmed hedges, a testament to the care taken over the years.
Sunlight filtered through the large, arched windows, casting a warm, inviting glow across the estate's aged beauty.
Kris stepped out of the vehicle, a sweet warm voice greeted him.
"Welcome home, Young Master!"
Kris turned to see a short, elderly woman with soft purple-grey hair neatly pulled back, her face lined with the gentle marks of age.
Delilah Urken, the maid of the Blazewood household, stood before him with a welcoming smile that radiated warmth.
Beside Delilah stood a little girl with striking blue hair, her bright eyes glancing shyly at Kris.
Her name was Eres Williams, she appeared to be a few years younger than him, her small stature accentuating the innocence in her expression as she bows from his arrival.
In her mind, Eres recalled how Kris had always seemed like a gloomy person, someone who rarely interacted with her.
But since his experience with amnesia, he had treated her with unexpected kindness.
Today, as she observed him, she couldn't help but notice the way his hair had changed, resembling one of the Boy Band she admired.
'Master Kris is really handsome today!' she thought, her heart racing with excitement.
Kris caught her gaze and smiled warmly, leaning down to gently pat her head. "Did you do your chores properly, Eres?" he asked, his voice soft and encouraging.
Eres nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed at the attention.
"Yes, Master Kris! I helped Grandma Delilah in the garden today!"
Delilah watched the exchange with a warm smile, chuckling softly at her granddaughter's reaction.
"Oh, Eres" shaking her head affectionately.
She turned to Kris, and said.
"Young Master Kris, the masters have been expecting you. They are in the dining room waiting, and we also have a guest."
Kris followed Delilah and Eres down the hallway to the dining room, the smell of food filling the air.
As they walked, he and Eres chatted a bit about their day, and Eres began to smile more.
As they neared the door, Kris heard the cheerful laughter coming from the inside.
he spotted James standing guard at the dining room door, a big smile on his face.
"Welcome back home, Young Master Kris! I see Eres is with you."
"Good evening, Grand Uncle James," Eres replied happily.
James looked at her fondly.
"Why don't you head back with your grandmother and help her get the dishes ready?"
Eres nodded eagerly and followed Delilah, leaving Kris at the door.
James opened the door wider, letting Kris step into the dining room.
His eyes quickly scanned the table, which was filled with a delicious spread.
Laughter filled the room, and as he looked closer, he sees his parents laughing with someone he recognized this someone it was his cousin Kass, who he had met earlier that day.
Kris stood at the door, still feeling nervous about being Infront of his new parents.
They spotted him and gestured for him to come in.
"Welcome back home, dear!" his mother said, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
"How was your first day back at school?"
"James did a great job with your haircut! you look like a man!"
His father smiled broadly, looking at Kris' new look.
Kass, sitting at the table, chimed in with a nod.
"Yeah, I didn't even recognize you when I saw you earlier!"
Kris turned, a bit surprised to see her there.
"Oh, why are you here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kass laughed lightly.
"Didn't I tell you earlier that I would meet you at the mansion?"
As the memory of her words from lunch resurfaced, Kris felt a hint of embarrassment wash over him.
He looked at Kass apologetically.
Settling into his seat at the dining table, he soaked in the warm atmosphere, enjoying the lively chatter with his parents and Kass about his day at school.
They shared laughs and stories, filling the room with a cheerful energy.
Suddenly, a phone vibrated on the table, interrupting the cheerful chatter. It was Kass's phone.
"Excuse me," she said, standing up and moving to a quiet corner to answer the call.
Kris turned back to his parents, who looked eager to hear more about his day.
"So, how was lunch? We heard you had a date with someone," his mother teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
Kris felt a hint of embarrassment but explained,
"It was with Ms. Lea Lavigne, my teacher. She helped me with some things, and I owed her lunch. We went to a hotel called Hell's Shelter and ate at a five-star restaurant called Deluxe Inferno."
His parents exchanged glances, their smiles growing wider.
They were so proud to see him opening up and sharing his experiences.
"I hope you introduce to us son, she sounds lovely!" his father said, leaning forward in interest.
As they listened to Kris recount his day, they reflected on how much he had changed.
This new Kris was so much easier to love, they thought, recalling how the old Kris had grown distant after turning nine, hardly ever joining them for meals or talking about his day.
When they discovered that Kris had experienced amnesia, they were scared and worried at first.
But over time, as they interacted with him, they learned that he was so different from his usual personality.
It was a bit sad to remember the past, but now, the house felt livelier, filled with warmth and laughter once again it never had.