The Eldest Prince was long accustomed to his subordinate's flattery, his expression unchanging. He turned to look out the window, setting the cup in his hand on the sill and idly spinning it with his fingertips. 'I still have this nagging feeling, this unease... It feels like something is about to happen. I just hope it's not what I think it is. If he really has appeared…'
At this thought, the Eldest Prince clenched the cup, the veins on the back of his hand bulging from the force.
Seeing this, the subordinate immediately bowed his head. "I will go investigate at once."
The Eldest Prince didn't say a word, merely giving a slight wave of his hand. The subordinate immediately took a respectful leave and departed.
The Eldest Prince remained standing by the window, lost in thought. His expression was anything but relaxed; it was tinged with a grim seriousness.
