"Your grandmother wrote you a letter. She wants you to go back."
His father's words rose in the night shift break room. The familiar tone made him sit up solemnly as a show of respect.
"What?" he asked instinctively.
Although he had gradually gotten accustomed to making weekly reports and was also used to his father's professional tone when he spoke, he still could not control his surprise when he heard his father speak so informally once he was done making his report.
The guard's night shift break room was located on a more remote part of Renaissance Palace. The boisterous palace gate facing King's Street and the Hall of Stars had such a stern atmosphere that those there could not help but hold their breaths. In comparison, this place was not too noisy or quiet. The atmosphere was just nice.
His father spoke faintly. His tone was hoarse.
"Your cousin isn't in good condition. In fact, he is very unwell.
