#agiae

     The forlorn corridors of his manor appeared endless in his current state of mind. The man remained impassive in outer disposition, albeit irritated, as proved by the firmness of each step and its lasting reverberation.

     Not yet an hour had passed since the businessman had received that one call in his office, in the midst of paperwork and unforgiving workload. The boy had collapsed sometime during his lessons. Fever, or so he had been informed by a less than competent && stuttering servant.

     This turn of events was everything but surprising. Time and again had Seto proven himself a handful. && now he insisted on occupying more of his time than he was ever entitled to. The child had yet to earn the right to force him to abandon && turn his back to his company for the sake of obligation       but be as it may, it was not as if he could simply ignore the health of a boy he had so grudgingly adopted.

     Nevertheless, upon reaching the boy’s room && upon setting his eyes on the disgusting mess in the form of a feverish boy who lay incapacitated on the bed, his semblance promptly regained characteristic sternness —absent of pity.

     && though he made his presence known by reaching the bed, he remained in silence.