"From now on someone else is going to take care of Elijah. You can work as an assistant to him."
The old healer grit his teeth. Was he not good enough that his king found a replacement? He was in this castle for over two centuries almost and he always tried to give his best. Did he lack somewhere? Why did Acera suddenly want to replace him? Why?
The old healer couldn't but felt like a piece of scrap. Something which couldn't be used anymore.
His eyes were on a verge of crying, Acera didn't bother to provide him with a valid reason before kicking him out. How could he be so heartless?
The old healer might get emotional but he was not going to accept Acera's order without getting an explanation. He opened his mouth to speak for his right but before any sound came out of his mouth Acera spoke again.
"You can come in." The old healer frowned before his gaze turned towards the door when heard the sound of footsteps.
