Hilda stood tall, and beside her, the young man carried himself with the same upright elegance—an elegance that didn't match his simple clothes.
They hadn't exchanged many words after Hilda explained the agreement with her master.
She was naturally quiet, and the man at her side—despite looking far younger—had once held a position far above hers. She had no right to act overly familiar.
Not that the young-looking man spoke either. His head was already filled with guesses about this mysterious 'Master Gara.'
Hilda hadn't told him much. Only that Gara was a human commoner, the owner of the thriving Alrova Merchant House, and the owner of a dimensional space where his child lived. Ares was to help there, not to care for the child, but to handle simpler chores.
