The architecture reminiscent of castles from the Equaian century dotted the landscape.

Simond was quite considerate when preparing a wheelchair for Andrew.

As Martin wheeled Andrew around, Andrew was exceptionally delighted. Their journey across the seas to the archipelagic nations gradually opened up his world, and he was no longer confined to his cage-like laboratory.

"Dad, the houses here are so beautiful, and the colors are so vibrant," Andrew said to Martin.

Martin nodded. Simond had warned him not to mention the name of this place, so he had to avoid it and said, "Yes, many countries have houses like these in various colors. In the future, if we have the chance we'll see many beautiful sights."

Abigail, being led by Simond, couldn't see and had no one to tell her where they were.

The group got into the car.

Andrew remained quietly content as he gazed out the window throughout the journey. He knew Abigail couldn't see and might feel sad about it, so he suppressed his own joy and chose to quietly relish the moment.

They arrived at a heavily guarded ancient castle. Simond waited for Martin and Andrew to alight from the car before assisting Abigail.

Abigail held her child as she slowly made her way out of the car, and then Simond embraced her shoulders.

"You remember my voice, don't you?" Simond's voice turned serious.

Abigail murmured in agreement.

"Let's go," he spoke softly and led her forward. "If someone who isn't with me tells you to go out for dinner or anything like that, don't listen to them."

"Okay." She complied obediently.

nor did she ever have a major outburst

like her, he didn't need to spend extra

with rows of black-clad bodyguards, each as imposing as the

could feel the serious atmosphere. It felt so solemn that even breathing had to be done

apprehensive and

few glances before quickly averting

moment, Larry's mouth quivered. He was about to

and don't let him disturb anyone,"

covered Larry's eyes and gently rocked

reached the room, and she

from Abigail, leaving only her and Larry in the

Henri, who had trailed them, "Stand guard at the door. If

the restroom?" Henri asked, sounding a bit

momentarily stumped

toilet. I can manage with my hands,"

Simond before

turned cold as he made his way to Martin

door and lightly tapped

a question, but upon

presence of a mercenary laid bare at that moment, with no effort to conceal the bloodthirsty soul that seemed to emanate from his very core and a fierceness reminiscent of a wild predator

throat bobbed as he asked, "Is there something you

of

before hastily following Simond. At that moment, he

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