When Zeriav had caught on the news that the Prince of Scirocco will be returning to the Academy for a while in search of his wife, he was ecstatic to the point that his fingers shook while handling the Precipitation Scale.
"Blessed day, Brother."
The door opened again, with that daemon pretending to be the young Elur. This did not put off the strong anticipation in Zeriav's heart to see his old friend again.
"Did you know that Cermin will be returning?" Zeriav said, shaking and looking like a madman.
"Who?" Ronin just tilted his head.
'Look at him so excited, I can feel his heart racing as if it was going to burst any second.' He sneered. 'He truly worships Cermin so much.'
Zeriav scoffed at him. "I must be able to convince him while he is still around. I know that you have managed to seduce him with your wiles and made him believe you were his friend."
Ronin feigned ignorance once again. "I don't understand, Brother Mondstein. What shall you have me do today?"
