Erik was visibly downcast when he came home from school today. His English accent was rather heavy, and he was often made fun of at school.
On top of that, the dark experiences of the past few years had made him somewhat withdrawn and reclusive. He hadn't made any friends at school, and a few unpleasant classmates often picked on him.
Today, those students had shoved him outside the school building, making him fall to the ground and nearly get hit by a falling sign.
Lady Edith's English wasn't very good. She was still learning, so she and Erik spoke German in private. James knew the language too, but they tried not to speak it in front of everyone, as that would be impolite.
Erik sat up straight, waiting for James to join him for dinner. His mother, Edith, had specifically asked that day if she could cook a couple of dishes for Mr. Howlett to try.
Azazel teleported back from who knew where and landed directly on a chair. He called over a servant to bring him a towel and casually wiped his hands.
The Howlett Family lived in the innermost part of the estate, and the attendants who served James in his daily life were all family members of the Wolf Pack. They knew about Mr. Howlett and Azazel, so there was no need to hide anything from them. Like the Wolf Pack, they were all members of the family's outer circle.
"Ah, thank you, ma'am."
Azazel rubbed his hands together as he watched Erik's mother bring out a platter of grilled meat skewers, along with a large pie and golden pastries drizzled with fruit.
The servants continued to bring out steak, oysters, and bread to go with the caviar. James no longer needed to eat an absurd