"Yes, Your Grace," they chorused, their voices steady despite the weight of the command.
The Duke gave a curt nod, satisfied, and clapped Gon on the back once more before stepping away.
At that moment, Milo sauntered into the courtyard, his staff swinging lazily in one hand.
His dark cloak fluttered behind him, and his lips curled into a familiar smirk, exuding his usual blend of nonchalance and arrogance. "Well, isn't this touching?" he drawled, eyeing the scene with mock amusement. "Ready to roll, Gon? Or do we need another round of family farewells?"
Gon rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a grin. "Let's go, smartass." He hefted his pack and strode toward the carriage, Milo trailing behind with an exaggerated yawn.
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