The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the expansive space. Ace, nestled in the center of an enormous, intricately carved bed draped in rich fabrics, stirred awake. His sharp, light blue eyes blinked open, immediately catching the scent of freshly prepared breakfast drifting from the adjoining room.

A satisfied smirk crossed Ace’s lips as he stretched languidly beneath the silk sheets, feeling the plush comfort of the bed beneath him. He glanced around the opulent bedroom, adorned with gilded furniture, tapestries depicting noble scenes, and shelves lined with priceless artifacts. This grandeur was not just his own; it belonged to his master, whose presence loomed over every corner of the room.

— “Ah, another day of being me,”

Ace murmured softly to himself, his voice carrying a blend of confidence and arrogance that echoed in the spacious room. His white, fluffy hair tousled slightly, adding to his aristocratic allure as his wolf ears twitched slightly.