"Ho? Paskha, you have recovered? That was fast." Master Oscar greeted them as soon as he sensed the presence of his scholars.
"Master Oscar, my teacher…."
"He's been waiting for you. He wants to see you and Zachary."
Paskha and Zachary looked at each other with questioning eyes. No one would ask if Sir Clove wanted to meet Paskha first because Paskha was the older man's only direct disciple. They couldn't understand why Sir Clove wanted to see Zachary too.
The two teenagers entered the cabin and saw Sir Clove sitting, his legs stretched out on the bed, reading a book.
"Master!"
Sir Clove looked to the side and smiled in relief to see that his direct disciple was okay.
"Master, are you all right?" Paskha ran to his teacher and looked at the older man's expression carefully.
"Silly. You've seen me now. Do I still look like I'm going to die?"
