- A few hours ago -
"Your Highness, you've arrived!" The elderly man adjusted his glasses, peering up at Lucian as he strode into the hall.
"Yes…" Lucian's gaze swept over the room, scanning the scattered pieces of rock the man had been analyzing for perhaps years.
Maybe since he had returned from the battlefield…
As Lucian pondered, his gaze softened, looking at the before him. He used to love his sword more than anything, yet now, he was bound to limp with every step he took.
"I went through them as quickly as I could, sacrificing some sleep. Considering the situation in Erion seemed very serious. I even cut off some of my sleep so that—"
The man rambled on about details Lucian had little patience for.
The sympathy Lucian felt towards man gradually began to fade— a feeling of anger rising within him. All he needed was to know how old the democore was and if Cynthia had told the truth about a demon attacking him, or if she was, once again, playing one of her mind games.
