362 Disbanded.

Several hours later.

The night dawned.

Three figures were sitting in front of a fireplace in the living room.

Alena and Azura were under the same blanket, looking like pair of sisters.

Ichiro, on the other hand, was on his phone, scrolling down the thousands of messages he had.

Even his parents had sent messages and became worried after he didn't reply because he usually replies within a day.

It took him nearly an hour to respond to all the messages, and once he was done, he could finally relax.

He took a glimpse outside of the mansion, and the area around the metal gates was void of any people.

Ichiro snorted and turned his head away. Even though the reporters listened to his warning, they will come back tomorrow.

Alena, who could barely sleep a wink the past week, finally fell asleep, her head resting on her daughter's shoulder.