Half an hour had passed since the knight had left to find someone, and Ardiel was starting to feel the sting of impatience.
Talk about being inefficient and slow. If I find out he was just messing with me, I won't hesitate to be a little petty about it.
To pass the time, he began to play with stones, making them float around him like a school of fish swimming through gentle tides.
As he concentrated, the stillness of the moment was broken by the arrival of a small group of people.
Five figures emerged, including the knight who had just departed. Among them, one stood out to Ardiel—a familiar face taking the lead.
It was Oliver Ashborn, Kiera's older brother. His jet-black hair danced in the wind, and he was about the same height as Ardiel, though certainly less handsome.
"Oh, who do we have here?" Oliver grinned, his tone teasing.
"If it isn't my maternal cousin! What brings you here?" he replied, feigning interest.
