Now, Vargel realized, perhaps for the first time, that his father's caution was well-founded. That said, there was still a hint of skepticism in his gaze.
His father's caution seemed unnecessary to him. How could someone whose influence lay on the far side of the world reach all the way to them? That being said, he knew better than to overstep his bounds.
After Gelford was done with his explanation, the room fell silent for a while. But just when it seemed like this silence would stretch on, the sudden clamour of footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall.
A figure rushed into the grand chamber. Sharp-eyed, beak-like nose, and wiry frame, he was one of the most trusted subordinates of Gelford, the demon duke of Sphinx.
The latter's presence in such a setting was unexpected and rude, and the tension in the room thickened immediately.
