As the Seventh Prince departed, Michael took a seat in front of Mage Lian's desk, his eyes fixed on the Grand Mage.
Master Yuan stood off to the side, his presence unobtrusive yet attentive.
Mage Lian leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Michael's face. "Sir Mic, I apologize for the... unpleasantness earlier. I had not expected Captain Ortega to react so strongly to your greeting."
Michael's expression remained neutral. "No need to apologize, Grand Mage. I understand that I may have unintentionally caused offense."
Mage Lian nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes, well, Captain Ortega can be... enthusiastic at times. But I assure you, Sir Mic, that you will not be treated disrespectfully while you are my guest."
Michael inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the Grand Mage's words. "Thank you, Grand Mage. I appreciate your hospitality."
Hearing this, Mage Lian smiled but quickly set aside the pleasantries.
"I'm sure Sir Mic knows why we're here."
