"They are." Old Master Lenort shrugged, unbothered.
"Exactly!" Mikhail cackled. "He could easily have a child if he wants to, so I say, do something about it. Anything can happen. If he does get chosen, that will be the end of—"
"Focus on your work, Mikhail. I don't want to discuss this any longer." Old Master Lenort cut him off.
Although Mickhail still had a lot more to say, he decided to keep his mouth shut and continued going through the documents in his grip.
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Avelina glanced around the room, the second Draven shut the door behind them.
"It's been a while." She breathed, a smile forming on her face.
Draven stood at the door, watching her with a soft smile evident on his face.
Avelina hurried to the table and grabbed one of the books, flipping through it. "You didn't throw it out?" she asked, turning around to look at Draven.
Draven furrowed his brows, perplexed. "Hm? Why would I do that?"
