After a good night's sleep, Kallen sat up in bed. With a rare free day ahead of him, he wanted to wash up, then return to bed and read for a while, enjoying this uncommon chance to laze around.
After all, ever since moving into the Funeral Society, he seemed to have been constantly busy, leaving early and returning late. Although neither his position in the Order God Church nor his work at the Funeral Society required him to clock in, that had instead left him unable to relax.
When he came out of the washroom after washing up, someone knocked on his bedroom door.
"Young Master, Richard is here to see you."
"Mm."
Kallen changed his clothes and opened the bedroom door.
"Young Master, Richard is sitting in the front hall." Alfred pointed at his own face.
"Understood."
Kallen went to the front hall, which was also the Funeral Society's Mourning Hall, and saw Richard sitting on a little stool.
"Kallen, Kallen, Kallen..."
Upon seeing Kallen, Richard rose and approached him with an aggrieved expression, like a younger brother coming to cry to his older brother after being disciplined by their parents.
Oh, not like. He really was his younger cousin.
Kallen stepped back, avoiding Richard, and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Richard."
"Did you go to a pigsty last night and get contaminated?"
"Uh..."
Richard's face was swollen like a pig's head.
Kallen had always thought that was an exaggerated figure of speech. Today, he finally understood that it was a plain description.
"My dad beat me. Sigh. When I got home yesterday and saw him, I brought him the pastries my mom had made herself and asked, 'Dad, want some pastries?' Guess what he did next?"
"No need to guess. I can already see."
"My dad's condition