Four days later…
*Blop*
From within a translucent beaker.
A brown seed slowly sank into the water with purple petals from a flower.
Angele held the beaker in hand and observed the liquid.
"Nice flowering tea…" he muttered.
"Glad you like it."
A man sat opposite to Angele in the shadows answered in a light tone.
The shadow blurred the man’s face. His long sleeves and hood covered every inch of his skin.
The two were sitting in Angele’s room, face to face, enjoying a pot of warm tea.
The purple flower in their cups had already bloomed. The color was clean and vivid. The purple petals floated on the surface of the liquid; it looked fresh.
"I didn’t bring my personal tea set with me this time. It would taste even better with my special teacups." Angele shook his head slightly.
"It’s good enough for me." The man grabbed the beaker and took a sip from it. "So, what do you think about the matter we discussed? We only have two days left."
