The maid stood quietly, impatience and fear written all over her visage as she glared at the door. Inhaling deeply, she decided to lean in and eavesdrop; however, the door swung open at that moment, and her ears fell on Sol's chest.
"I didn't think the maids of this house were this bold." Sol's cold voice made the maid yelp in shock as she jerked back and fell over.
Like a rat, she scuttled to her feet hurriedly while throwing out thousands of apologies while she ran away, afraid Sol may crush her heart or slit her throat next.
A satisfied smile bloomed on Sol's face as he shut the door and turned to meet Sirina's questioning gaze.
"You can now ask your questions," Sol said as he walked over to the window and sat on it.
Sirina nodded, the plain-looking sword still in her hands.
"That green fire… Is it what I think it is?" Sirina asked with knitted eyebrows and Sol casually nodded.
