They had wished him goodbye when he was leaving the fortress in the past too. Those actions had been weird, but open. Everyone saw it. It was their way of declaring that they were with him.
'Hm, they could be useful in the future.'
Malakai turned and was about to enter the manor when he felt another presence approaching them. He froze. This presence was different from Grinner and Youn. More powerful.
Beside him, he could feel Nyx tense. Her demeanor had turned cold.
A figure stepped out from the foliage of trees. Broad frame, imposing gait, and eyes like steel.
'The Iron Saint.' Malakai thought with narrowed eyes.
'What's he doing here?'
If he was here, then Malakai couldn't imagine it being good news. His eyes soon settled on the chest he carried with both arms. A crimson letter rested on top of it.
'It's time…'
Malakai knew what that letter signified. A letter from the sovereign himself. An order.
'He'll decide where I go next.'
