Early the next day, before the sun had even risen, Victor found himself wide awake, lying in the plush bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. The comfort of the bed had made it difficult for him to fall into a deep sleep.

"How does one sleep in such a soft bed?" he mused to himself.

'They can just.'

A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "Watcher, you're awake," Victor exclaimed with a laugh.

The room filled with the echo of his laughter. "I never would have expected you to greet me. Very well, good morning to you too," the Watcher responded.

Curiosity sparked within Victor, and he couldn't help but ask, "So, do you rest? I mean, do you sleep?"

The Watcher chuckled softly. "I do rest, but I can't recall the last time I truly slept. If I have, it must have been a long time ago."

"Watcher, what are you? Will I ever see you someday?" Victor inquired, captivated by the mysterious being's abilities and ever-changing voice.

"You will see me, but the time is not yet right," the Watcher replied, leaving Victor with a sense of anticipation.

Eager to learn more, Victor continued, "Apart from changing your voice, can you do other things?"

The Watcher contemplated the question. "Other things? What do you mean?"

"I mean, like being a spirit or a magician, with powers and abilities like those in movies," Victor clarified.

"You mean like this?" the Watcher responded, causing snowflakes to descend from the ceiling. Surprisingly, Victor didn't feel any chill, nor did he think it was all just a dream. When the snowflakes landed in his palm, they melted, leaving him with a damp sensation.

In addition to manipulating the weather, Victor noticed a tray of breakfast delicacies approaching him. It was filled with an assortment of bread, fruits, coffee, and various other dishes typically served during breakfast.

"Eat up," the Watcher encouraged.

Victor didn't hesitate and eagerly sampled the food. A wide smile spread across his face as each bite delighted his taste buds. The flavors brought him joy, and before long, he had finished his meal and felt content.

"Are you satisfied?" the Watcher inquired.

"Yes, and I apologize for my sudden and out-of-place questions. I was simply curious to see you, as I rarely get the chance," Victor expressed, grateful for the opportunity to interact with the enigmatic Watcher.

"It's alright. Now, get ready, as someone will be knocking on your door soon," the Watcher informed him.

As the snow and breakfast tray disappeared, Victor prepared himself for the upcoming day. True to the Watcher's words, a knock came at his door.

"Victor, are you awake?" Walter's voice sounded from outside.

Looking out the window, Victor realized the sun was already high in the sky. He hadn't realized how much time had passed during his encounter with the Watcher.

"Walter, I'm up. You can come in," Victor responded, finishing tidying up his bed as he welcomed the butler into his room.

"Young master, I mean Victor, you know we have servants to do that," Walter gently reminded him, referring to the task of folding his blanket.

Victor paused, realization dawning upon him. He was now a young master and needed to act accordingly. The servants were hired precisely for such duties, and he needed to adjust to this new role.

"I came to ask if you have any specific food preferences for breakfast," Walter continued, attempting to fulfill his duties as the head butler.

"I just…" Victor began, but his stomach interrupted with a loud growl. He blushed in embarrassment and looked at Walter. "I'm sorry."

Walter smiled warmly, understanding the child's predicament. "It's alright. I will have breakfast prepared immediately."

As Walter departed, Victor was left in deep thought. "Was everything just a dream?" he pondered.

However, as he observed the snowflakes resting on his window, he realized that it had all been real. Yet, things still didn't quite make sense to him. He couldn't comprehend why, despite having eaten a substantial meal, he still felt hungry.

As he finished preparing himself, Victor made his way to the lounge area to await Walter's further instructions. He watched as each servant greeted him, sparking his curiosity as to why Nicholas had not yet emerged from his quarters.

"Excuse me, is…" Victor began to ask one of the housekeepers, but was interrupted by the staff member.

"He has already left, young master," the housekeeper responded, aware of Victor's query.

"So early?" Victor questioned, surprised by Nicholas' early departure.

"I'm unsure of the exact reason, but you can inquire further with Mr. Walter," the housekeeper suggested before returning to their duties.

About to seek out Walter, Victor found himself face-to-face with the butler as he suddenly appeared from around a corner.

"Breakfast is served," Walter announced.

Victor stood up and followed Walter to the dining area. On their way, he couldn't help but ask, "Nicholas…?"

"He went to pick up someone who can assist you with your legal matters. This person is not only a close friend of your father, but of your mother as well," Walter revealed.

"Oh, so I get to meet one of my father's friends. Are they also close to my mother?" Victor inquired, curious about the connection.

Walter hesitated, pondering whether he should disclose what he knew. Eventually, he decided to share, saying, "The person your father went to pick up is not a 'he,' but a 'she'."

Startled, Victor unintentionally dropped the spoonful of food he was about to eat. "Then, is she…?"

"Please ease your worries, young master. Your mother is aware of her presence, but they are not particularly close. Moreover, she should not be considered a normal woman," Walter assured him, aware of the concerns arising within Victor.

"Huh?" Victor's confusion grew, unable to grasp the meaning behind Walter's words about this woman not being normal.

"Don't worry, you will understand once you meet her," Walter sighed heavily, already envisioning the expression that would appear on the young boy's face upon their encounter.

Victor refrained from further inquiries and focused on his meal, knowing that there were many matters he would need to address later.

A few hours later, Nicholas arrived, greeted by Walter and the rest of the servants. Victor, who had been nearby, stepped forward to welcome him, but was taken aback by the person standing beside Nicholas.

"Ah, Victor, you're here," Nicholas acknowledged, noticing the surprise on Victor's face. He glanced at the person next to him, realizing the cause of Victor's astonishment. He had insisted that she dress appropriately before returning home to avoid shocking the young man. However, after enduring a beating from her, he had no choice but to allow her to dress as she pleased.

Walter, having anticipated this outcome, suppressed his laughter and introduced, "Young master, meet KO."

"KO?" Victor was dumbfounded, his gaze shifting from the strange appearance to the unfamiliar name. He couldn't comprehend how he was supposed to relate to such an individual.

The person before him stood at the same height as him, their body larger and shoulders broader. Did women even possess such muscular arms? Dressed entirely in black with peculiar boots reminiscent of metal rock stars, she exuded an eccentric aura.

As KO approached him, Victor stood frozen on the ground, shocked by her presence.

"Hi, I'm..." he managed to stammer.

"Dang, you look like a doll!" KO interjected, reaching forward to pinch his cheeks.

Victor, too frightened to resist, allowed her to do as she pleased. He simply stood there, bewildered by the encounter.

"Nike, you should've told me he was this adorable. I would've gladly become his guardian," KO remarked.

"I'm certain Aug wouldn't have wished for that," Nicholas sighed, taking a seat in the lounge area to calm himself.

Moments later, they were all seated together, waiting for KO to join them.

"Is she really..." Victor began to ask, still trying to process the situation.

"She's one of the top legal lawyers, despite her eccentric appearance," Nicholas explained. He couldn't help but recall their initial encounter, which had been quite awkward. During the early days of establishing their business, they had been in need of a strong legal team. When word got out, KO had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Nicholas vividly remembered the moment when KO had transformed into a dashing and handsome figure, nearly causing him to lose control. He had initially mistaken KO's intentions, thinking the man was making advances towards him for no apparent reason. Nicholas acknowledged the man's undeniable attractiveness, understanding why anyone might fall for him.

However, he had woken up one morning to find himself completely naked, only to see the man casually dressing in front of him. It had left him feeling quite upset, discovering that another man had touched him without his consent.

"Don't worry, KO just enjoys playing around," Nicholas assured Victor, hoping to ease his concerns.

"What do you mean by playing around? Who's playing around?" Victor questioned, his attention caught by a sweet voice emanating from a corner. As he turned to look, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You must be kidding me," he uttered, finding himself in an unimaginable situation.