"Make sure these letters will arrive tonight. Let no one know about it."
Isaiah took a step back, watching the raven spread its wings before it flew. Morro was the fastest and the most capable bird the emperor had. The distance never mattered to him because Morro would deliver the letter earlier than any other bird could do.
"I hope he doesn't screw things up." Conan, who was standing several steps from Isaiah, folded his arms and rested his hands on the back of his head. "Morro had this tendency to screw things up in the most important time."
"I hope he doesn't."
Conan smacked his lips, feeling a bit more relaxed now that Isaiah was acting like Abel's advisor. In the past, Isaiah's role was the emperor's advisor while Conan was the emperor's sword.
