Avery inspected his brother's figure from head to toe. There was something amiss with his adorable youngest sibling but Avery could not quite pinpoint the change.
'Is it because he's covered in dirt?'
'Somehow… he looks older?' Avery cocked his head then lightly shook it in denial, 'No… it's more like he matured… a LOT.'
As he was looking all over Deon to find the source of incongruity, two crimson knights approached.
"Your Highness, we are done with the evacuation." The middle-aged crimson knight informed Avery.
Mikael, who floated beside Deon, clicked his tongue in disapproval, 'Tsk. How rude. There's another prince here who also deserves a greeting.'
As if he heard Mikael's grumble, the crimson knight gave Deon an icy look before bowing his head in an insincere gesture, "Young Prince, I am glad you are safe."
"What about the report?" Avery asked the other knight.
