The night passed, and God took away 12 hours from Apolo, however, this night God hadn't been generous, only giving back 4 hours of sleep to the young noble who had just woken up with bloodshot eyes due to the terrible night he had endured. Nevertheless, a grin from ear to ear adorned Apolo's face. Finally, the time had come; now the young man only needed to reach out and steal from time, just as his ancestor had planned, ages ago.

So, with the gaze of a champion and the body of a departed soul, Apolo proceeded to open the carriage door, finding the bewildered gazes of Mateo and Orrin, who were discussing other matters while he slept.

—Did you sleep well, young sir?— Orrin asked in surprise, conveniently ignoring Apolo's decrepit appearance.

—Last night, I didn't sleep, I survived! However, I'm sure I'll sleep tomorrow—Apolo replied with a smile that didn't match his current state.

—That's the spirit...—Orrin commented with a smile, not really understanding what Apolo said but getting his positive mood —Do you want us to take you to the Ministry of Magic?

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—Yes, we must go to the Ministry of Magic right away. However...—Apolo replied with some uncertainty, while he stared at Orrin and Mateo sitting in the driver's seat.

—...—Meanwhile, Mateo and Orrin waited uncomfortably for Apolo to snap out of his thoughts as he gazed at them intently.

—However, we'll do it differently. Today, I'll drive: show me—Apolo concluded with doubts as he attempted to sit in the driver's seat.

Mateo and Orrin looked at Apolo even more surprised, especially Orrin, who struggled not to refuse such a request. From his perspective, it would be terrible for a future wizard to be seen at the Ministry of Magic driving with two servants. It wouldn't just damage Apolo's image; it would harm his future reputation and thus his future prospects. Other nobles wouldn't tolerate such details.

—Can you help me get up?—Apolo asked, his face turning red as he continued to try to climb into the driver's seat.

—Yes, yes, of course...—Mateo responded, puzzled by the request, but even more puzzled to see that his father wasn't willing to help Apolo get into the driver's seat.

Immediately, Mateo got down from the carriage to explain the method for Apolo to climb up, while he glanced worriedly at his father, who remained silent in a mournful hush. Perhaps only a servant like him knew that this silence was the purest way a servant could convey their pain when faced with a task they didn't want to accept.