Karl looked at Ilkar and then said, "It's done. I need to test it on her first."
Ilkar's eyes flared with irritation. "Now?" he demanded, his tone sharp.
Eiravyne could tell that Ilkar was more than just annoyed—he was deeply agitated.
Usually, he was used to Karl's teasing and playful demeanor, so why was he so angry right now?
Karl smiled, clearly enjoying the tension he was causing. "Well, it may take time... a lot," he said, drawing out the last word with a teasing lilt.
Sensing the rising tension and wanting to diffuse the situation, Eiravyne stepped in.
"Y-You are skillful, K-Karl. I'm sure it won't take long," she said, hoping to ease Ilkar's anger.
Ilkar looked at her for a long moment, his eyes burning with anger.
He clenched his jaw, the muscles working visibly under his skin. "I'll accompany you," he said finally, his voice tight.
