Claude sneezed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced around.
"Is someone talking about me behind my back?" he muttered, frowning.
The towering stack of paperwork had finally shrunk—it now only reached his chest instead of looming over his head.
'Should I finish it now or later?'
Ever since he reached three-star evolution, fatigue had become a rare visitor. He still got sleepy and hungry from time to time, but that was about it.
His endurance had skyrocketed, allowing him to plow through work that would have taken others weeks in just a few days.
His gaze shifted to the side, where Morion had dozed off, her head resting on a pile of sketches.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he approached, glancing at the drawing beneath her hand.
It was a family portrait—three figures sketched in simple strokes. One was clearly him, the other a smaller version of Morion, and the last… someone he didn't recognize.
'Probably Lilith.'
