Kliff's POV.
An expensive wine glass sways in my hand as I stare absentmindedly at its contents. A maid standing next to me is preparing a stew in front of the campfire I'm sitting around. After checking the stew, the maid stands up and carefully stands beside me and bows.
- My lord, it's been 2 hours since the forces of the Blood Hero and the legendary Witch of Deception have come into contact. It seems to me that this is the best chance to enter the battle. If any longer is taken, the other heroes' army will spring into action.
After saying those words, she bows again as she waits for my response. I look at my glass again as I consider my options.
- … You may be right. I can feel the wind blowing wildly in a part of the forest, but its intensity has dropped quite a bit.
- Have a good trip sir.
- Sure, sure. I'll be back for dinner. Don't forget to have the food nice and hot by then.
- Understood.
With that signal, the maid turns her attention back to the stew while I take the last sip from my glass. Then I place it on the arm of my chair and stand up.
- I'll be right back.