"Your Holiness the Pope, this is a letter from Lord Yila Elkaras."
Upon the arrival of the messenger, Mille Milyan, who was resting in his chamber, gently opened his eyes... His gentle brows and eyes looked towards the respectful messenger, who had pushed the letter through the one-way glass door.
Yes, this was a product of human ingenuity—through the glass, one had to look from one side to see anything clearly; looking from the outside in, one could only see a blurred frostiness.
"I understand, thank you for your effort."
Milyan spoke through the door. The delicate youth extended his slender fingers, cut the wax seal with a knife, and opened the envelope... He unfolded the parchment, viewing the aristocratic handwriting upon it.
Yila's handwriting was truly beautiful... It had a classical imperial royal feel to it.
"..."
