CHAPTER 315: A GLIMPSE OF THE HYBRID’S THOUGHT

"We’re going to visit the rabbit today." Sinclair announced, standing in front of Zaque.

The next day rolled in, and now Sinclair was standing in front of Zaque, looking fresh and ready to begin the day.

Right in front of the hybrid, Zaque stood, looking like he had just gotten out of bed and was still adjusting to the early morning hours based on how his hair was disheveled, his expression unreadable as he rubbed his eyes.

Sinclair arrived at an ungodly hour in the morning, the time barely passing six o’clock.

I have no time for this.. The red haired mediator grumbled mentally as he gripped the door tighter, his eyes searching Sinclair’s for any reasonable explanation as to why the hybrid decided to come so early just to take his wife to visit the baby monster of a farming rabbit.

Zaque stared blankly at Sinclair for a moment, his mind still hazy with sleep, but then he sighed.

"Just get inside.. Will you?" He muttered, his voice tired and slightly groggy. "I’ll wake Coco up."

The mediator moved aside, gesturing for Sinclair to step into the house, his movements were slow and languid, his body still recovering from the remnant of his disturbed sleep.

"Thank you for having me." The raven hybrid expressed his gratitude before he walked into the house, his footsteps brisk.

Without hesitation, he made his way straight to the living room, his gaze darting around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings of his master’s house— the morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room.

Wordlessly, he approached the soft cushion and took a seat on the couch, crossing his legs, eyes observing and mind flying off with thoughts.

BAM.

However, a sharp sound reached Sinclair’s sensitive ears.

Zaque slammed the front door shut behind him, the loud sound jolting Sinclair out of his thoughts before Zaque’s figure passed the living room doorway and walked towards the staircase.

The first husband’s footsteps were a little heavy on the hardwood floor, his body language suggesting that he was still a little tired from his interrupted sleep, and might be annoyed at Sinclair’s arrival without notice.

Sinclair watched Zaque ascend the stairs, his gaze following the other mediator’s movements until they were out of sight.

While he was watching Zaque, he saw something move from the corner of his peripheral vision, making his attention quickly getting drawn away as someone else walked out of the kitchen and entered the living room.

He turned his gaze towards the newcomer, curious about who it might be, and raised an eyebrow when he was met by the sight of his master’s second husband.

Heiren walked out of the kitchen, still dressed in his sleepwear, suggesting that he had woken up some hours ago— his hair was neatly combed, indicating that he had at least freshened up.

His expression was calm, his footsteps quiet as he walked into the living room.

"Good morning." Sinclair greeted the brown haired mediator, smiling, causing Heiren to pause for a moment and looked at Sinclair, merely acknowledging his presence with a slight nod.

Then, he proceeded to cross the living room, heading towards the coffee table where he noticed an empty mug sitting when he first descended the stairs this morning.

Sinclair had not noticed that dirty mug when he walked inside the living room earlier so he could only stare at the mug.

Without making any unnecessary noise, Heiren picked up the dirty mug and proceeded to turn in his heels.

Heiren left the living room swiftly, his movements efficient and quick, and he disappeared into the kitchen, disappearing from view as he entered the kitchen.

Not even a minute later, the sound of the tap turning on soon followed, the running water serving as a soft background noise in the otherwise silent house, making Sinclair believe that Heiren is washing the dirty mug.

Sinclair blinked rapidly for a good second, his mind processing the brief interaction he had just experienced.

The way Heiren had casually picked up the mug and how he had greeted him politely without speaking was something that struck Sinclair as odd.

However, it was not his place to judge, and Heiren’s behavior was not particularly suspicious.

So, the hybrid shrugged it off, before turning his gaze towards the open window, his mind drifting back to thoughts about Coco.

As he looked out the window, his thoughts drifted to his conversation with Coco yesterday, specifically on the questions she had thrown at him because Sinclair told her that she can ask.

The memory of her eager face and her constant assault of questions on the second stage of the hunter examination remained fresh in his mind.

The way she told him how he could not know a thing about the stages of the examinations, but still having that look of genuine fondness towards him had the corner of his lips twitching.

He chuckled to himself, amused at Coco’s eagerness to learn everything there was to know about being a hunter.

He replayed the words in his head, remembering how she had asked question after question, her curiosity piqued by the stage-two hunter examination.

He had not expected Coco to ask him questions about the hunter license examinations because there were a lot of things that he was sure Coco would be interested and eager to ask.

Who knew that she was hyper focused on being a hunter?

Besides, it was not like Coco didn’t show interest in him or his origin, but the way she kept circling the topic back to the hunter examinations was amusing—

Tink.

Sinclair was abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of glass clinking.

He turned to the source of the sound and saw Heiren placing a glass filled with orange juice and a pitcher filled with the same juice on the coffee table.

"Have a drink while waiting for my wife." Heiren said, already turning away from Sinclair.