Chapter 83 Best Mentor

• As I stepped into the study, the faint scent of parchment and ink greeted me, along with Rosso's ever-composed figure by the desk. "Is Sir Kenji here?" I asked, scanning the room for any sign of him.
• Without missing a beat, Rosso slipped a pocket watch from his breast pocket, the polished surface gleaming under the light. "He'll be here later," he said, meeting my gaze briefly before gesturing toward the cabinet. "For now, your next task is to rearrange the documents in the drawer." His attention returned to the stack of papers on the desk, the rustle of pages breaking the silence.
• My eyes wandered to the empty chair behind the desk—a reminder of Kenji’s absence these past few days. The chair seemed untouched, almost frozen in time, as if waiting for its owner. Whispers had recently spread about him filing for leave related to the clan matters, but seeing his space so lifeless made the reality of it sink in.