"Bring me some cold water," Ren ordered the maids standing behind him unexpectedly.
Although he had a higher rank than the other staff members, he rarely commanded anyone. He didn't wish to attract anyone's attention, which could have led to the temple finding him if words spread outside of the mansion until the capital of Revhara—the City of Jewels.
The maids jumped at his voice. Their eyes narrowed, exchanging a look of confusion.
Had Ren lost his mind—suddenly talking to them so coldly?
"Hurry!"
They flinched.
Instantly, one maid hurried to fetch a basin while the others scrambled for clothes. Their hands shook as they moved, uncertain whether they feared Eiran's condition and the general's reaction upon hearing of it or Ren's commanding tone more.
He no longer resembled the calm, composed, timid man from earlier today.
