"Well, that was the guy you told me to investigate for your little sister Kierra," Camilla revealed nonchalantly.

"Ohh!" Violet's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the revelation.

"So he really is special… just like Kierra said," she murmured with a small smile.

Her soft red lips curved in amusement, though her mind was clouded with thoughts.

"That's probably true. That kid was able to see us somehow, now that I realise it.

And there's a possibility your sister transferred here just because of that kid. And why do I feel like you two sisters are getting yourselves involved in something messy?" Camilla said with furrowed brows.

"Hehe, you're just overthinking things," Violet giggled, clearly more amused by her partner's reaction than concerned.

Outside

After ten minutes of hesitation, Raizel finally decided to check on the woman who had nearly taken his breath away.

He, who was always calm and calculative in every situation, suddenly found himself hesitating for the first time… just to approach a woman.

But unfortunately, when he went inside looking for them, they had already left.

Raizel just stood there and sighed, as if he had missed out on a great opportunity.

He hadn't even gotten the chance to introduce himself.

The next few minutes, he simply spent drinking, remembering the woman's features as if trying to engrave her face into his mind.

But deep down, he knew he would never be able to forget her.

It wasn't until 10 PM that Maestro, Garret, and Raizel decided to leave.

All three of them were drunk, though Raizel was the least affected.

Maestro somehow managed to activate the Aero Car's auto-driving mode.

The car first dropped Raizel off right in front of his garden, then left for its next destination.

Slightly tipsy, Raizel opened the front door after passing the security verification.

Through his blurry vision, he saw Robert and Marianne sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"Son, you got drunk!?" they both exclaimed in surprise. After all they had never seen him touch alcohol before.

"Blup... Yeah… a little," Raizel replied, wobbling slightly as he tried to stay upright.

Robert and Marianne quickly stood up, helping him steady himself as they guided him toward his room.

Once they laid him on the bed, they removed his shoes and adjusted his posture so he could sleep comfortably.

Then, after gently wrapping him in a light blanket, they quietly exited the room, closing the door behind them.

"Will he be alright? He's never drunk like this before. What happened to him all of a sudden?" his mother asked worriedly.

"Haha… It just means he's growing up. And I know he'll handle himself just fine. Let's not worry too much," Robert replied with an optimistic smile.

With that, the two headed downstairs.

Meanwhile:

Raizel's breathing steadied as the alcohol's warmth faded into the background. The soft mattress beneath him welcomed him, cradling him like a cloud.

His consciousness drifted deeper, swallowed by the embrace of a dream—one that felt far too vivid to be just a random fragment of sleep.

He stood in a field blanketed in moonlight. The grass shimmered with soft silver hues, swaying gently in an unseen breeze. Fireflies flickered like stars grounded to the earth. The air was quiet, yet alive, carrying a fragrance that stirred his heart—a scent he'd only just experienced earlier that night.

There she stood.

The violet haired woman from before; dressed in a flowing black gown that sparkled faintly like it had been stitched from the night sky itself.

Her hair danced like strands of twilight, and her amethyst eyes glowed with a mysterious, almost divine radiance. She looked at him—not past him, not around him, but directly into him. As if she saw his soul.

"You finally found me, Honey," she said softly, her voice a melody so sweet it could bring tears to the eyes of angels.

"H-honey? Me?" Raizel stammered in disbelief.

Nevertheless, he took a step forward, compelled by something deeper than desire. It was as if gravity itself urged him toward her.

He stepped closer, little by little, until he was just inches away from touching her cheek.

But just then—

"VICTOR!"

An enraged shout rang out from behind.

He froze and turned around, stunned by the unexpected interruption.

"Livia?"

"How dare you touch another woman!" she yelled furiously, storming toward him with clenched fists, sending a wave of cold sweat down his back.

"NO, I DIDN'T!" he shouted back in panic.

And in the very next instant, his eyes flew wide open.

His surroundings had shifted—he was no longer in the moonlit field, but back in his bedroom. Sitting upright in bed, his breath ragged, sweat trickling down his forehead.

He instantly realized it had just been a dream.

"Damn... That was a real nightmare," Raizel muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, the morning light filtering through the glass window, filling the room with a warm glow. A clear new day had begun.

"Those two bastards..."

Raizel cursed internally, realizing with dismay that he had missed the opportunity to log in the previous night. A whole night's worth of growth and progress, lost.

His will hadn't been strong enough.

He clicked his tongue in frustration. "I won't let it happen again," he swore to himself. "No more wasting time."

Still, not all of it was a loss. He got to meet that mysterious woman—even if it had been a dream.

But one thing lingered in his mind more than anything else.

Was she married?

The thought weighed heavily on him, even as he freshened up in the bathroom.

"Brother! Brother! Where are you? Someone's here to meet you!"

Just then, Ruby's voice came shouting from outside his room, filled with urgency.

Raizel paused, blinking away the leftover haze from the dream.

Who could it be this time? he wondered.

"Coming!" he responded loudly from the bathroom.

"Hurry up, big brother!"

And with that, her voice faded, likely heading downstairs to wait for him.

As Raizel came downstairs, he noticed the hall was empty. No sign of the visitor Ruby had mentioned.

But faint sounds drifted in from the garden outside, like soft conversation and the clinking of tableware.

Curious, he headed toward the source.

Stepping outside, he spotted two unfamiliar figures in the garden beside his parents and sister.

Robert, Marianne, and Ruby were seated casually around the round garden table, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. It was probably around 10 AM now, judging by the position of the sun in the sky.

The two strangers stood respectfully nearby.

One was a man in his 50s, dressed in a refined butler's outfit, exuding discipline and calm. The other was a woman who appeared to be in her early 40s, clad in a maid's uniform with a gentle, composed air.

Their presence and attire screamed professionalism.

Instantly, the conversation with Maestro came to mind. "That bastard..." Raizel thought with a knowing smirk. "He's behind this, isn't he?"

Clearly, the ever-resourceful Maestro had arranged for them to be here.

But Raizel hadn't expected them to arrive so soon.

"Ooh, big brother is here," Ruby chirped as soon as she spotted him.

With her cheerful announcement, everyone turned to look at Raizel.

The butler and the maid examined him with a mix of interest and curiosity, their postures respectful.

"Thank you for having us, Young Sir," the elderly butler said with a slight bow. "We were sent here under Young Sir Skyler's instructions to serve your family."

"You mean Maestro Skyler?" Raizel asked to make sure.

"Yes." They affirmed with confidence.

Then his mother, Marianne glanced at her son and asked, "Son, did you really ask them to come work here?"

Raizel nodded with a casual smirk. "Yes, Mother. Didn't I tell you both it's time to enjoy your retirement?"

Robert chuckled. "Rascal, was there really a need for all this?" he joked.

But the butler and maid took his words seriously.

"Sir Ashblade," the maid spoke up gently but firmly, "forgive me the interruption, but we are professionals in our field. We will ensure your home is managed like that of the finest elites. After all, your son is now a member of the Apex Guild—one of the guardians of our safety. It's only fitting that your family enjoys the life of dignity and comfort he's earned for you."

Her tone was calm and mature, yet carried weight. It silenced further protest.

Raizel's father looked a bit taken aback but nodded in appreciation.

Although he was a little curious about the term "keeping safe"—

"Do you mind explaining just what the players keep us safe from?" Robert asked, concerned about his son's safety.

The maid looked taken aback. "Sir, you don't know?"

"No, that's why I'm asking."

Marianne and Ruby looked a little concerned too.

The maid looked at Raizel for approval.

"Father, Mother, there's no need for you to know these things. They're just minor duties," Raizel answered, signaling the maid to keep quiet.

"No, it isn't. You are our son, and we deserve to know the truth. Tell me everything honestly," Marianne demanded, looking tough like the madam of the house.

The maid was still hesitant.

Raizel sighed and gave a small gesture, signaling the maid to tell them the truth.

He wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from them for long anyway.

With Raizel's approval, the maid began explaining the threat humanity faced—one unbeknownst to the common people.

And the secret revelation of their world left them shocked.

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