...(One Week Later)
"Are you going somewhere, young master?" A maid wearing the usual black and white maid outfit inquired.
The person in question flinched at the title he had been given.
"Yes." He answered.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm coming."
Surprisingly the maid did not continue her questions and returned to washing his dirty clothing.
'That actually worked.'
He didn't actually expect the maid to stop her questioning so easily, but he didn't want to actually say where he was going.
The clothes he was wearing weren't fitted for everyday purposes, they were for easier unrestricted movement. That was all except the brown coat he had on him.
Today was the day he was heading into the dungeon to deal with the essence that was supposedly stuck in him and currently endangered his life.
As he left his home and went in the direction of the clan market, a familiar figure came.