Later this day, we finished the second cleaning of the stable, which was faster because we cleaned it earlier. But, when we left the stable, the Thornosian's Father comes near us, with a grin on his face, he tells us.

"You did a good job, but you have to wash the horses! Wash all of them and then come into the house to clean it. It has got bit messy there."

"Yes, sir!" says Fiona to the Father before we entered the stable.

"What?" yelled Father Thornosian toward Fiona.

"Yes, sir!" says Fiona at a higher tone toward the man.

"You. After you done the cleaning, you have to come into my office! We have to talk about something!" says to Fiona, and he leaves us alone, doing our errands.

We go into the stable, look at the horse-with-wings, and we take both of them outside the stable, where we will have to wash and clean them good. Fiona took the cleaning of the white horse with wings, and I take the other one, the brown one with black wings.

Before we had to do this washing, both of us need to tie the horses to the tree and give them food to eat. We did that to make them stand still at washing. We are doing the washing of these horses, and it was... easy.

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After we did this errand, Fiona and I are going inside the house, after we entered the house, we got greeted by the second young child of this family. This family has three kids I believe, but I mostly see the oldest boy, which is an eight-year-old boy, and the youngest child, a girl at her six year. I never saw the middle child since I came into this house. Neither the boy I disguised as he did not encountered this kid as much as the other two.

"Who are you?" asks the middle child looking at us weirdly.

At this moment, Fiona and I have been looking at the kid scared. "Did he saw our disguise?" I asked myself. I looked at Fiona, who was close to take out a small dagger hidden inside her slave clothes the woman used to wear before we "took" her from this house. The boy however, looked at me, and he laughs.

"Ah. You are the workers of my father. Sorry!" says the kid looking at us feeling a bad. "Did I scare you?"

"U-Um, no. Ha! Ha!" says Fiona laughing to the kid.

"Yeah. You know I do have a disease that makes me forget things easily." says the middle child. "Anyway. You two need help at anything? I can lend a help at cleaning."

"Really?" asks Fiona. "Why?"

"Because I am bored." says the kid in a happy tone. "Maybe some cleaning will lose some time to wait for the night or my sleep schedule."

"Ah. Okay..." says Fiona.

Both of us, did not expect this answer from this child. Or this kid to come at us and give us a hand to the errands of this house.

What is this kid? He is entirely different from the other members of the family.