Nox searched all the guest rooms in the main building, but by evening, he still hadn’t found the child. Nox sighed deeply, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a light touch.
“Where on earth did he go? Khalid…”
While sighing like that, something crossed his mind. A place where the child could hide. A place the child considered the safest. Nox recalled that he hadn’t checked his own room.
He hurriedly went to his room. He looked around his room, but the child was still nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless, he carefully examined the room and called the child’s name cautiously.
“Khalid…?”
There was no response.
“Khalid, it’s me. Nox.”
At that, a sobbing sound could be heard from somewhere. He urgently headed towards the source of the sound. In his dressing room, a sound of sobbing could be heard from the wardrobe placed on one side. Nox cautiously opened the wardrobe door so as not to startle the child. Inside, a small child was sitting with his body huddled. Nox lost words and just stared at the child.
His eyes were still swollen from crying, and he seemed to have dried up in the week Nox hadn’t seen him. Nox felt the heat acc*mulating in his eyes. How frightened the child must have been hiding in this wardrobe for a whole week.
“…I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Khalid.”
“Sob, cough.”
Nox vowed not to let the child go away from him again. The child couldn’t cry properly; he swallowed his tears. Nox gently picked up the child and laid him on his bed, vowing never to leave the child alone again.
While Nox was showing the emaciated Khalid to the healer, his mother, Olga Lainerio, was in her room reporting the events to Maeta. She looked down at the tea cup brought by the maid and then shifted her gaze.
“So?”
“So, the child ran away, and the master is just drinking.”
“Nox…”
“The master is showing the child to the healer. It seems they decided that Khalid needs treatment as he has been hungry for a week…”
Hah.
Olga exhaled slowly, and Maeta stiffened at her breath. As the maid opened the window, a warm breeze flowed into the room. The wind lightly shook Olga’s side hair and gently circulated through the room.
“After my husband, now my son…”
She muttered to herself while lifting the tea cup. The moderately warm tea suited her taste, and thanks to it, the bubbling in her stomach eased a bit. Olga looked at the maid. When their eyes met, the maid quietly lowered her head.
“Tsk, let’s wait and see for a while.”
She said in a cold voice. Maeta bent over more, trying not to disturb her feelings.
