"If you'll excuse me," Javier said with a respectful bow, his tone polite.
He took three steps backward—flawless etiquette drilled into him since childhood—then turned smoothly and made his way to the door.
The moment the door closed behind him—
"Ehehehe…"
His grin widened like a child with a secret.
"I'm gonna find a way to make sure Father, Mother, Mr. Alf, Mrs. Erinnette…"
He tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling.…and everyone important stays young and healthy forever."
"Kekeke…"
He strolled down the hallway, hands behind his head, looking relaxed—but inside, plans were already forming. Rare alchemy ingredients… forbidden magic theory… enchantments… anti-aging support spells…?
"Heh… if I find a way to stretch their lifespan, I'll never need to sit on that chair. Perfect."
He whistled a soft tune, already considering who to approach first—maybe the estate alchemist? Or raid the forbidden section of the Armand magic archive?
One thing was certain:
