Returning to Cassandra was three days later, when they set foot again on this city adorned with clouds and black structures, inhaling the cold, damp air, the three of them relaxed considerably.
"Lyle, William and I are heading back to the manor now, don't forget to attend the banquet, you should receive an invitation tomorrow, and don't worry about the attire, I'll arrange everything," said Kevin with a looks of exhaustion on his face, reflecting the hardships of their journey. Especially for Kevin, an ordinary, fortunate noble's son who had glimpsed the mystical, he'd begun to dip his toes into that enigmatic world, a threshold far higher for him than others. With a mortal's body, he duped the divine.
After bidding them farewell, Lyle went to the security office to report the results of their commission to Mr. Gareth.
"You've worked hard, Little Butler," Mr. Gareth said, seemingly in a good mood. He even paused his work to hold a cup of tea and chat with Lyle.
