Jerouch was currently sitting on the bed, his legs folded and angled upwards while his chin rested on his knees.
His back was resting on the wall, his face relaxed, and his crimson eyes looked lost.
Jerouch was thinking about the different events and actions that were currently going on in his life and how those things were affecting him.
He had so many things to do, a lot to uncover, and yet, he appeared lost, not knowing the direction forward.
There was the initial goal that brought him all to the royal capital, before his unforeseen encounter with Jarvis.
He was here to uncover the truth about the primordial seals, yet it seemed many things were being prioritized so much at a time that he was starting to get blinded to his primal goal.
Again, there was the slave merchants whom he wanted to deal with. He still hadn't forgotten about those vile humans who confined him in hell.
Not until he returned the cold gesture in a thicker fold.
