It's only seven in the morning. Naoya is nowhere to be seen. Something smells good in the kitchen. Kazuya makes his way there, not bothered to cover his naked body. As expected, breakfast is ready on the kitchen table, with a little note attached, addressed to Kazuya. Kazuya. Not Abel, 'my younger cousin' or 'brother'. For a while, the king is jealous of himself. He opens the note.
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