"I greet you, young lord."
Zephyrion fixed his gaze on Selis as she bowed before him.
"You may stand. You were waiting for me?"
"Yes, young lord."
Selis nodded, then extended a small chest toward him.
"I've been sent by Lord Calderalth to deliver this."
'It must be…'
As he took it and opened it slightly, the moment he caught sight of the colorless liquid within, a faint smile formed on his lips.
'The elixir.'
To think it had arrived already. He restrained his excitement and turned his attention back to Selis.
"…how long have you been waiting?"
"Four hours."
"…for this?"
A Herald, especially a Whitesteel, shouldn't be spending time like this.
Selis inclined her head slightly.
"Yes. Lord Calderalth instructed me to hand it to you personally."
"You could've left it. Or sent someone else."
"I was ordered to deliver it myself."
"…you could've at least come inside instead of waiting out here."
Selis blinked, her head tilting slightly.
