"Honorable Vermilion Bird." The young man bowed reverently, with faultless deportment.
Vermilion Bird quietly eyed the young man before him, his gaze falling on the bandaged hand.
"How is your hand's injury?"
"Much better, thank you for your concern, Sir."
"Well, go home and rest. Deonte Basil already asked for your leave on your behalf, so you don't need to come here for the next month."
The young man turned and left.
Vermilion Bird stared at the young man's retreating figure until it completely disappeared.
"Caspian Basil."
A Silver Armor Guard came silently behind Vermilion Bird, bowing respectfully.
"Keep an eye on her."
Aubree Groove returned to her room and had not stepped out since.
Deonte Basil gently knocked on Vermilion Bird's office door without raising his head.
"Come in."
"Boss, you wanted to see me."
Vermilion Bird pointed to the chair in front of him: "Sit down, I have something to discuss with you."
