Charles walked through the Storm Clan's hallways, the clean tunic left by the nurses brushing against the bandages wrapped around his arms and chest.
His energy was still low, just 6% according to the system, but being out of the medical room gave him a sense of freedom.
Right now, he could do whatever he wanted, as long as it didn't involve leaving the clan.
A quick thought crossed his mind.
'How far could I explore the clan grounds before someone chews me out?' he thought.
But as he moved through the hallways, he noticed something odd.
Servants passing by, carrying trays of laundry or utensils, stopped when they saw him, bowing slightly with gestures of respect that caught him off guard.
An older woman with gray hair tied in a bun lowered her head and murmured a "Good morning" before continuing on.
A young man lugging a bucket of water did the same, giving a serious nod before slipping down a side corridor.
Charles frowned, confused.
