When John awoke the next morning, both Aclysia and Momo were gone already. Not much of a surprise there, Aclysia was usually out and about by the time he was waking up. When she wasn't, it was only because she prioritized her 'maidly bedroom duty' over making breakfast.
As for Momo, she was either bothering or helping her, depending on the support's mood. Anyway, John got dressed and then headed down the stairs. He was only the second to arrive at the breakfast table. The residence's stern owner was already there, checking the news on an e-reader. Legs crossed, one hand on the handle of her teacup, wearing her uniform, she checked all the usual boxes. If one swapped the e-reader for a normal newspaper she would have looked like a military officer of past times. Although those past times would have needed to accept women in their military, so maybe she was just a powerful princess of a secret society with a weird preference for uniforms. John was no one to judge.
