Sitting on a boulder, Elina stared blankly into the distance, dazed.
"Lady Elina, would you like something to eat?"
Morgrim's voice came from the side. Elina turned her head and saw him holding two bowls of steaming soup filled with meat and vegetables.
She wanted to refuse, but guilt held her back. In the end, she accepted it and softly said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Morgrim smiled as he sat down about a meter away from her. "So, why do you look so distracted, Lady Elina? Are you worried about the Fated One?"
Elina slowly nodded. "Yes, I'm worried about the young master."
Morgrim chewed his food thoughtfully before swallowing.
"Actually, I'm worried about him too. But I believe he'll be alright. He's strong, isn't he?"
Although they hadn't known each other long, Morgrim already had a strong impression of Leon.
To him, Leon was strong, decisive, and easy to talk to. More than that, he seemed invincible.
