Javier sat in the living room.
He slid off the mana glasses and set them carefully on the table. Leaning back on the couch, he reached for the mug of coffee Liana had made him just moments earlier.
He took a slow sip. The taste was perfectly bitter, strong, exactly how he liked it.
Liana really does know everything I love.
A small, satisfied smile flickering across his lips.
But still, something really weird about father's orders this time.
Why would Father tell Hesbeirn to detain and capture the person he called a guest? If that person really was an expected guest, why not just escort them directly? Why use military force, with full arrest procedures, instead of a warm welcome?
He rubbed his chin, brow furrowed.
I'm sure I've seen that face before… but where? Was it at school? No, I doubt it, he's not one of the instructors or the trainers. Besides, most of my school days were spent skipping class or catching up on sleep…
He let out a sigh, swirling the coffee in his cup.
