Zephyrion gave everyone time to think. Of course, this meant that they logged out.
Everyone should have believed that this was real now. So, they would meet again the next day.
Arlon didn't log out, though. He wouldn't log out even if he needed to.
Now, only Zephyrion, Arlon, Lady Rael, and Nora had remained in the room.
"Rael, Nora, you can leave. I need to speak to Arlon alone," Zephyrion said. His tone carried authority, and for the first time, he dropped honorifics, even with Lady Rael.
"Understood," they both replied before exiting.
Zephyrion stood and gestured toward a nearby door. "Come with me," he instructed.
Arlon followed without hesitation, entering the same room where his copy awaited, casually holding a cup of tea.
The moment they entered, the copy rose from its seat out of respect. Zephyrion approached immediately, scrutinizing it with sharp eyes.
"What is this? A clone?"
