Emmett

"Should I wake him up?" Emmett mumbled confusedly as he paced back and forth in front of Felix's room. "I'm afraid of disturbing his rest."

Then he stopped walking and stared out the window a short distance away. "But it's already noon. Master hasn't eaten anything since last night. What if he's sick?"

"No, no. I have to wake him up. It's fine even if he scolds me, the important thing is that he can eat." He shook his head quickly and turned his body to stare at the door. His right hand was raised, about to knock on the door in front of him. But his movement stopped just as his hand almost touched the door.

"I can't." Emmett withdrew his hand and stepped back. "Sir must be tired after last night's fight with three thugs."

As soon as he said this, Emmett seemed to remember something and immediately closed his mouth with his eyes wandering around. "No one heard it, right?"

"Haha, I'm just kidding. That's not true. My lord fought with thugs in a game. Yes, it's like that." Surprisingly,