Moulin wrapped a shawl around himself while a chilly breeze passed him by. His steps are unhurried as he crosses the garden towards his mentor. Around him, the flowers and leaves swayed as though greeting him.
Wasn't he supposed to return a few hours later? Did he already finish the demonic relic assessment so fast? Questions filled Moulin's mind as he approached the elf.
"Back so soon?" The youth spoke. Captivating silver eyes gazed curiously towards Na'El.
The elf shook his head. His smile was as elegant as ever, enchanting even the youth in front of him. "I left earlier to check on you... How do you feel?"
"Good. Hadrian is asleep... But where are the others?"
Na'El took a step closer, shaking his head. "Ah, I'm not quite certain. Now, if the young master doesn't mind, may I?"
The elf extended his hand. "I must examine how the flow of your mana is progressing."
