"Should we prepare for a battle with the witch?" Felix asked.
"We can't," Ovior denied. "We need more information about the witches. We have no idea how powerful they are and how many are ready to fight."
"I shall leave it to Felix and Ironin," Arthur stated. "Bring me as much information as you can. And Ovior, take care of the slaves."
"On it." Ovior fixed his glasses.
The meeting ended. Everyone left the room.
Arthur went to his bedroom. He looked at the bed and found Veronica.
She was in deep slumber. She didn't notice his presence.
Seeing the peaceful scene, the deep frown in between Arthur's eyes eased a bit.
He sat beside her and gently stroked her hair.
Veronica could sense someone touching her head. She slowly opened her eyes and noticed Arthur.
She smiled at the sight of him. Seeing his face right after opening her eyes, she enjoyed the moment.
"What time is it?" she inquired in a sloppy tone.
