Blackie lay sprawled on the small round table on the balcony, gracelessly digging into a mountain of food that he had just ordered the Prince to bring, crumbs and scraps scattering as he ate without the slightest concern for manners.
Meanwhile, the Prince himself stood leaning against the railing, his attention fixed on the letter the strange beast had handed him moments earlier, his expression slowly softening as he read its contents.
Marlow read the letter slowly, his grip on the parchment tightening as relief and joy spread across his face.
Knowing that his little sister was safe, and not just safe but thriving, lifted a weight he hadn't even realized he had been carrying.
The news that she had already advanced to a Mana Vortex Magus filled him with pride, and he couldn't help but smile faintly as he imagined how fiercely she must have worked to reach that realm.
