[Leif's POV — Thorenvald Estate—Later—Same Night]
"What do you think we should prepare, Nick?" I asked, strolling toward my chamber.
Nick hummed thoughtfully, shoving a hand into his pocket. Zephyy, perched on my shoulder like an opinionated cat, piped up. "Master, since it's just a small victory… why not a simple token of appreciation?"
I blinked, turning to glare at him. "Simple? Zephyy, this is our first victory! I can't let them feel like a participation ribbon is enough."
Nick nodded solemnly. "Then I shall seek something traditional, my lord."
I smiled faintly. "Thanks, Nick. I knew I could rely on you."
He bowed slightly. "Then… have a good night, my lord."
I nodded and stretched my arms high. "Sure… good night…"
Then Zephyy jumped off my shoulder with surprising agility and landed on Nick's. "I shall accompany Nick tonight, Master," he declared, crossing his tiny arms like a boss.
"Huh? What? Why?" I asked, incredulous.
