"Is that so?"
At those words, the young man fell silent for a bit, the gears in his mind turning as he glanced at Ataraxia every once in a while.
Then, feeling like he'd arrived at a conclusion, he looked back at Byron and asked, "Do you think there's the possibility of him misinterpreting your words?"
"Possibly," replied Byron, giving the idea a bit of a thought. "After all, we often message each other, asking each side's progress towards the respective requests we've accepted from the empire."
"I guess Julian interpreted my request of inviting you to work on one as a small cry for assistance." The man wryly smiled after that. "With how often I tell him that I'm swamped with the empire's requests, I wouldn't be surprised if he did."
"I see." Clearing up the confusion that ensued due to Julian's interpretation of the matter, Valyr went ahead and proceeded onto the next topic he had in mind.
