The gentle breeze brushed against the grassy fields and trees surrounding the Tomo Guild headquarters. Inside the library, Michael dusted off an old bookshelf, humming softly to himself. Suddenly, the windows rattled, and the wooden ladder he stood on trembled as a loud crash echoed from outside.
Alarmed, Michael quickly made his way toward the disturbance. As he reached the entrance, he found Zarek stepping inside the mansion, his clothes and boots covered in dirt.
"It seems you've been training hard, Zarek-san," Michael remarked with a knowing smile.
Zarek let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh, Michael… yeah, about that. Sorry for the hole in the garden."
Michael waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, Zarek-san. I'll take care of it. You, on the other hand, look like you could use a bath. I'll prepare one for you."
Zarek shook his head. "No, it's alright, Michael. You don't have to—"
Michael interrupted with a gentle yet firm tone. "No, it's my duty."
