Of course, Adel had not forgotten the most important matter.
She let out a deep breath, clutching the neatly organized documents in her arms, and pushed open the door to Sir Murphy's office. Despite her best efforts to hide it, her lightened steps were so cheerful that she unknowingly hummed a dark song known only to the Shadow Elves within her heart.
Standing in front of the office, Adel took a deep breath before knocking and then entered. Murphy, who had just returned from Triss' laboratory, was changing clothes. He removed his trench coat and hung it on the rack, turning back to look at his subordinate—not his offspring—with a satisfied smile.
That gentle and handsome smile stirred a ripple in Lady Adel's unrestrained heart, and she couldn't help but respond with a smile of her own to acknowledge his goodwill.
Then, her smile froze.
Dammit!
Had that bottle of Source Blood been left out too long and gone bad?
Why did her heart still race when she saw Sir Murphy?
