"Huh, young master?"
The soldiers, though few in number since most were already busy arranging the monsters while others continued their training, turned to look in the direction of the approaching young master.
Their confusion grew when they noticed that beside their young master stood a little girl, clutching his red suit with one hand while holding a small teddy bear in the other.
Her eyes were meekly cast downward, mirroring her evident shyness.
Not far from them was another little boy, appearing to be around six or seven years old, glaring at young master Lucian with such intensity that it exuded a palpable sense of hostility.
This left the soldiers bemused and uncertain about what was unfolding.
"Young master? Is everything alright?"
One of the bald soldiers stepped forward, gripping the weapon that Lucian had entrusted to him to practice with.
