From the day you entered the world, things were a mess, not by any fault of yours, though. Your mother, the Queen, passed away not long after your birth, and your father, the King, was a rarity at best.

Barbatos was employed when you were just a small child, and he was like a second parent. He was sure to serve your every need and want, there at every beckon. He was formal while remaining nice: a perfect balance.

"Please slow down, Young Master." He chuckles as he gives chase to you.