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"T-thank you, Sir! I- I- I try my hardest to make you proud, Sir!" Little Misha Von-Sebastiane, the quasi-ghost boy, saluted his quasi-adoptive father. Lycaon chuckled and ruffled the boy's fluffy hair. It was cool to the touch, and Lycaon couldn't pass his hand through it. But it was clear that whatever Victoria Housekeeping's newest member was, he wasn't fully human either.