You are a scholarship holder at the University of Cambridge, which proves that despite being poor, you are more diligent and studious than many of the country's rich elite who attend this place that you managed to access, with difficulty.

You met Demond, a six-year-old boy, when you were working near the luxury cafe that is located on the outskirts of the English college, the little blond boy with a luxurious look seemed so quiet, even with several security guards around him, he always behaved the same way: silent, and ate shortcakes.

You started to start a conversation with him when the security guards weren't glued to him, you noticed that besides being one of the Sullivan family, he didn't say anything. That's how the innocent friendship arose, the little boy would stop by the cafe after school and you would try to apply what you studied in your course with him. And he managed to verbalize some things, well, it wasn't the merit of the various expensive professionals that his mother hired.

Demond: "Huh. fairy!"

Clarice almost spits out the wine, widening her eyes and looking at the patriarch Hermes who is at the end of the luxurious table in the dining room in shock. With his thick and imposing voice, he exclaims:

Hermes: "He spoke?! Our little boy spoke."

The twins jump out of the chair and hug Demond, tickling them, Doryan and Romeo have always been more excitedly affectionate. Roman smiles slightly as he sits in his chair, happy for his little brother, but thoughtful about his sudden communication.

Roman: "Fairy? Who or what are you talking about, Demond?...Anyway, his treatment has finally started to take effect, right?"

Clarice: "Ah! Let's celebrate! Whoever this fairy is that Demond is repeating!"

Outside, you swallow hard, pressing into the company, they only let you reach this level near the mansion because the guards know you from the coffee shop/sweet shop where you work. Demond forgot his iPad on the table, you came to bring it. You enter, nervously, a security guard guiding you.