"They're not going to come out today too, huh?" Opti looked in the direction of the bedroom gallery after they had their breakfast.
The last time they saw the Lord and his pretty bride was during two dinners ago. A whole day had passed and now, as they flew across the rich southern plateau toward the volcanic mountain range, the couple still hadn't emerged from their bedroom. The servants and Panne, who went there yesterday morning to deliver their Master's morning drink, found the door--and the whole bedroom itself--clad in isolation barrier.
Well, no need for a genius to know what was going on inside.
"It's not a rut, right?" Caba asked worriedly; whether he was worried about the Lord or the human-druid, no one knew.
"There'll be a whole different kind of barriers if that's the case," Lesta shook his head, before adding with a smirk. "I don't think they'll move at all until we reached the volcano."
