Altan floated mid-air, his figure suspended effortlessly, as if defying gravity. The sensation of hovering always calmed his restless mind, but his thoughts were interrupted by a voice below.
"Could you leave? I'm badly hurt right now... I think Henri's mad at me, I wonder why? That Leonardo boy was really Good at lying if we're being honest," Adelaide's voice was barely more than a whisper, her exhaustion evident. She stood hunched over, breathing heavily, her hand still gripping the hilt of her sword, though her strength was clearly waning.
Altan, looking down from above, smirked. "So, she can hear me, I'm don't think I'm the one you should say this t" he mused to himself before speaking aloud, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and indifference. "I'm not under anyone, not even the Sages,and because of The sons death, the only interesting one in a century, you are now on my "Hit" list" he said, his tone sharp. "But then again, you said please so I'll leave."
