Night had fallen.
Ethan dragged his weary body to the Council Hall on the top floor of the City Lord's Manor. His shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion—not from battle, but from something far more draining.
Shopping with four energetic girls.
He'd learned a harsh truth: escorting four lively young women around the city was more exhausting than facing a formidable opponent. The sisters were endlessly curious, full of questions, laughter, and boundless energy. He barely kept up.
Over the course of the day, he also discovered something important—the four sisters weren't from within the city walls. They had been taken in by the old City Lord, Regis, years ago. Strangely, none of them even knew who the eldest among them was.
When he stepped into the hall, a sarcastic voice greeted him.
"Well, well... look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. The busy man himself," Dana quipped, arms crossed and brow raised.
