"They've won. But, like usual, your presence is needed there."
"Fine," Sebastian put down the report. It was time for him to go anyways.
His problem here had been solved. Even if he left this place now, nothing would happen. Well, it would be better if he could bring Ava Cassia along.
But he knew that Ava would never agree to that.
"You will stay here," Sebastian said as he rose from his seat. "Prepare the horse. I'll leave in an hour."
"Yes, Sir."
Sebastian let Callum Zoran go. He saw the wound on his face that he had made just last night.
Come to think of it, there was that rule in the religion of the Goddess. The Goddess condemned people who hurt and cast scars on each other.
The exact commandment was, "Do not mar nor blemish the forms of yourself nor others I gift you, particularly upon their visage, for such wounds are the most grievous of all."
Something came to his mind, but it disappeared as soon as it arrived.
