Chapter 219: The Extremely Important Mission of Meeting the Queen (With Maximum Running)
The footsteps were light.
Too light to belong to a servant. Too quick and uneven to belong to anyone with a sense of decorum or an awareness that the garden path was not, in fact, a racetrack.
Then the voice came.
"Zayrion!"
Zayrion's entire face transformed.
One moment he was standing before his parents with the full weight of his grievance written plainly across his features — brows set, glasses slightly askew, velinfruit juice still drying on his fingers, two tails raised in quiet indignation. The next, every trace of it vanished. His eyes lit up behind the lenses of his glasses, his tails swung upward with an entirely different kind of energy, and he spun on his heel so fast that the red beads of his piercing swayed sharply with the motion.
He bolted.
