When he emerged from the Tower of Light, the sky outside was already dark. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Due to his unsettled mood, his movements were somewhat rough, leaving faint red marks on his neck from the stiff collar.
His secretary followed beside him, hesitating to speak about the side of Douglas's face that had been slapped, and tentatively asked, "Do you need to rest for a moment and tidy up your appearance?"
"No need," Douglas instinctively refused, sensing the secretary's hesitant gaze only afterward. He spun the buttons of his collar and removed a milky-white gem, using it to heal the marks on his face with stored magic.
"How is the situation now?" Douglas asked as he walked. "Any news from the team sent to search for Dermat?"
