Evening time.
A hungover Milan shook his head and slowly sat up from the large bed in the royal palace.
"Fuzzy... one... two..., fuzzy... one... two..."
His spirit felt as if it had suffered a "severe blow," staring into the air, lost in thought and dazed for a long time.
It wasn't until the sky was filled with stars, and a moon slightly fuller than the "New Moon" rose over the palace eaves, that he finally snapped back to reality.
"Ahhh... no, this is literally a grand public embarrassment! If that sly guy Aiven found out, all my lifelong reputation would be ruined.
This is a stain he'll mock me for forever.
If Olivia lets Apsuya know, I'm done for!"
He ruffled his deep blue hair with both hands.
If he knew it was the fault of the previous "Crowned Wizard" Paracelsus who came here, who knows if he'd wish that this mission target, simply... ceased to exist.
Thud!
