Allen’s low grumbling continued in the background; he sat on a stylish chair, looking mildly irritated. His tail twitched restlessly beneath the seat, and his red eyes flickered with obvious annoyance.

"DAMNIT YOU, LEOWAINI! You ALWAYS get EXACTLY what you WANT," he muttered, burning with intense jealousy.

Meanwhile, Svetlana was chattering confidently as usual, guiding Romalin back to bed. She helped the girl who was wincing from her injured hand sit down, then spoke:

"You need your rest, Romalin! Tomorrow is going to be a busy day at my humble estate work and all that. Of course, we’ll all pitch in; no one here is going to be idle or useless..." She paused, then turned her attention toward Allen, speaking in a tender voice:

"My darling boy! Come here Mama needs you for a mission. Chop chop!"

One of Allen’s ears twitched. He opened one eye and replied in a dry, indifferent tone, adjusting the sash of his bathrobe as if shielding himself from her words which he clearly regarded as a colossal lie:

"Yeah? What do you want from me now?"

Svetlana’s voice shifted, becoming calm and firm a stark contrast to her earlier warmth. Liyowaru observed the exchange between Allen and Svetlana, questions swirling in her mind: what kind of mission could she possibly be entrusting to a reckless fool like Allen?

Svetlana said, "Listen, my son I’ve noticed how you’ve been acting lately. It’s not like you; you’re constantly angry and agitated. Tell me tell Mama what’s going on with you?" She stepped toward him; though she felt him pulling away, she moved closer and grasped his arm only for him to yank it forcefully from her grip, refusing to look at her.

Surprise flashed in Svetlana’s eyes before settling into an expression of calm resolve.

"My son!" she called out.