Gilbert's face shifted through several expressions before settling on something between concern and resignation. His brows drew together, creating deep lines across his forehead that hadn't been there moments before.
"Is that so? When will Master enter the Prime Sanctuary again?" His voice carried a weight that belied his youthful appearance.
Seraphina's expression darkened, her usual composure giving way to something rawer. She crossed her arms, the silken fabric of her sleeves rustling softly in the still air. "Don't know, but you know the situation there." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "We are just the servants of those higher level bastards. Master probably wouldn't enter until he gained some sort of treasure, something to give him a fighting chance against them."
