Noel sat in the guest room.
It had been about three hours since breakfast. The house had grown quieter, the heavy rush of earlier fading into a more subdued calm.
In about two hours, the ship would leave port—departing from the western docks of Estermont. Which meant Noel had only about thirty minutes before he needed to head out by carriage to make it in time.
He was already prepared.
Now dressed in a sharp black suit, with a perfectly knotted black tie at his neck. The lines of the jacket fit clean against his frame—formal, but practical. Just appropriate enough for the kind of presence he would need to carry on this next part of the journey.
He checked the last few items, gaze flicking across the room.
'I have everything ready.'
The system still displayed a quiet line of text in the corner of his vision:
[Noir — Evolution in progress.]
'Revenant Fang is on the bed.'
He glanced at the sleek black blade lying neatly atop the covers, inert and resting.
