Cyrus did not even know what had happened. One second, they were reminiscing their childhood, and the next second, the king had invited himself to his house, expecting to have lunch and dinner at his place. Cyrus could only blink in confusion as he tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. He had become speechless.
Alastair noticed his lack of response and his lips curled up slightly. Since the man had not protested yet, Alastair used his silence to his advantage. "I presume you are fine with my suggestion. In that case, we will visit your village after two days. I hope you will treat your guest well." That was all he said before he started walking again with a devilish smirk on his face.
