It's not about Faith!

"Young master, can I come it?"

Asked Corner as he knocked on Ian's door. It was still early morning and the sun was quite benevolent. Meaning since it wasn't too hot, Ian was still sleeping in his room. Which was very normal.

Corner knocked again, while knowing this fact. This time, he could hear movements inside the room. Soon, someone approached and opened the door.

"Huh?"

Corner looked at the person in front of him with a confused expression as they opened the door. It was a boy in his mid-teen, almost Ian's size. But definitely not Ian. They had messy bed-hair and was wearing clothes that didn't match their size.

The shirt was small and showed part of his stomach like a crop top, and his pants barely reached his knees. Through his long black bangs, Corner could see two puffy red eyes that definitely didn't belong to a normal person.

Corner didn't remember seeing someone like that previously and was instantly on guard. He put his hand on his sword hilt and took a step back as a sign