After checking on Sylvia, Strax began to descend the stairs of his mansion, still a bit anxious about what was happening. After all, his training time had been completely disregarded with the emergence of this problem. He was just curious about why something like this was heading toward the Duchy. If his father had asked him to prepare in six months, it meant one thing.
*"He already knew something like this was going to happen, but only later. In other words, something occurred. Knowing that old man… he wouldn't risk this place. It was an unforeseen event…"* he murmured as he descended the stairs, hearing laughter and soft conversations.
"Finally made it down, huh? Aren't you going to greet your lovely wives?!" Beatrice teased, shaking a bag full of colorful vials. "Shopping is tough, you know? You should have come to carry the bags!"
Samira, with a smile she couldn't hide, looked at Strax and raised one of the bags.
