Ian did not care about whatever scheme Riddle was plotting. The Paradox Servant could never escape his control. Right now, what concerned the slightly hungry Young Wizard most was what to eat for breakfast.
He did not see the master of the castle. The legendary Duke apparently was not home. Fortunately, Morgan had risen earlier than he had and had already instructed the servants to prepare breakfast for him.
Under Morgan's arrangements, Ian was led to an elegantly decorated dining room. The table was laid with all manner of exquisite tableware, while steaming food gave off enticing aromas.
There was traditional bread, lamb, and cheese, as well as carefully prepared fried eggs and fresh fruit. Every dish carried a classical flavor.
Perhaps such a spread could not compare to Hogwarts, but being able to enjoy food like this in an ancient era where supplies were scarce was certainly something to be happy about.
"At least the bread is soft." Ian's every expression and gesture had fallen under Morgan's gaze, making Little Morgan realize that her teacher's past life might have been even more lavish than she had imagined.
As a powerful wizard.
It was not surprising.
Little Morgan pondered inwardly.
After breakfast, Ian left the dining room and saw Riddle still intently brewing potions, so focused that it seemed as though nothing around him concerned him. Ian did not disturb him and headed straight outside the castle. He wanted to see a morning in this era, and Morgan, now properly dressed, promptly followed after him.
However.
The castle's steward tried to stop them.
"Oh, Your Highness, you are wearing clothes you already wore last week. If people outside see this, they will think your father has treated you terribly."
The steward was not targeting Ian. His appearance did not surprise