3 days passed. During this time, Abel stayed in the Dark world to practice spells. Since this time were all top-level spells, it had taken him a little longer.
On the morning of the 4th day, he could not finish his practice, but he knew he couldn't stay much longer. There were businesses to take care of in the potion maker union, so he walked out of the metal castle transformed by the metal fort. The first person he saw was Steward Myer.
"Master, the royal's Steward, Hardy is waiting for you. He has been here for a day!" Steward Myer bowed. He was speaking a little quicker than usual, which just showed his desperation.
Luckily he was well trained, so he didn't come across as too desperate.
"Steward Myer, what happened?" Abel couldn't help but wonder why Steward Hardy had waited for him for a day. He was the grand steward of the royal palace. He would only wait for a day if a major event had occurred.
