The butler of Maria comes... "Ma'am, you called me. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, Marcus, what am I thinking? I want to meet my little prince," Maria sighed, looking at the photo of a boy. "Even though it's only been two weeks since I left him, I can't stop myself. I want to see him, stay close to him as much as I can."

"As you say, milady, I'll prepare your ride!" Marcus replied with a bow. "And I understand. Even though you regularly talk with him via magic ball, and we servants do our best as we also adore the young master, he is just too amazing. I myself must serve the young master as soon as possible!" He tightened his fist, tears streaming down his cheeks.

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"That's certainly true. I can't forget the memorable day I found him," Maria said, her nails digging into her fist as she recalled. "It's both a memorable and a nightmare for my little prince. By the way, how is Vivienne doing? Is her training going well?" she asked.

"Mistress has been progressing faster, as the young master is always training hard, though we try to stop him," Marcus replied, wiping his sweat.

Maria let out a chuckle. "I see. After all, they are my children. They have the blood of Middletown in them!" (There is a whole reason for this; stay tuned to know more. Feel free to make theories.) "Prepare my ride, I have to go meet my precious ones!"