In a cold winter of middle of the night, Lord Ryo sat cross-legged in his room, engrossed in a novel and drinking a warm black tea beside the fireplace. Suddenly, his ears twitched as he heard the rustling of sheets on the bed, realizing that you were waking up. He placed the book on his lap and remained seated in the chair.

"Ah, finally awake from your slumber. That’s good, though you still appear a bit injured. No need for gratitude, I’ve healed your wounds, human. Your survival is all I require."

His orange eyes was glowing stoically returning back to read his book.