Alexander felt a chill shiver in his heart upon hearing the news about Everard’s father.
“The King fell ill?” Alexander asked again, just to confirm if he heard it right the first time.
The messenger looked down and said with a nod, “Yes, Your Highness.”
“W-What happened? Is it something serious?” Alexander asked while clutching his hands together.
The messengers looked at each other. And one of them replied, “I’m afraid we are not allowed to reveal further details, Your Highness.”
“Oh, of course.” Alexander heaved a deep sigh. His hands were starting to get cold because he had already assumed the worst.
He was greatly worried for his friend. He could already imagine Everard getting anxious and even angry.
He glanced at the messengers and then asked, “Why don’t one of you go and meet our teacher and take a leave of absence for him? And… if you wish to head for Xanmar right away, I can also help you in looking around for him.”
