The sun had long since dipped behind the jagged hills, leaving the province bathed in a pale silver light.
In the quiet of the night, Xion could hear the distant echoes of guards shouting, horses stamping, and the faint rumble of clashes between the authorities and the troublemakers.
But inside the temporary residence, the air felt impossibly still. The faint hum of pure white mana created a protective bubble around the room.
The layer instantly swallowed every sound, sealing them in a private world.
Why? Xion wanted to give a little reward to his beloved. Darius had been doing all the hard work, shouldering so many things alone.
Even though Xion tried his best to offer support, he figured that on the real battlefield, he might only hinder the Archduke.
One way or another, it was better for him to stay behind and give support.
The night had deepened, and Xion was sure the grumpy elf would be back soon.
