"Young Master, it's me, James. May I come in?"
Hearing James' voice, Merlin was startled. He quickly disconnected from the system, moved Lyserra to his side, and slowly got out of bed.
"I'm still awake, Uncle James. Come in," he said, walking to the end of the room and turning on the light.
Clack!
The doorknob turned, and James stepped into the room.
"Sorry to disturb you, Young Master," James said, bowing his head slightly.
Merlin smiled and waved casually.
"It's okay, Uncle," he replied, heading toward the sofa in the center of the room. "Do you need something?"
James closed the door, walked forward, and sat opposite Merlin on the sofa.
"There are two things I want to discuss," James began. "First, while I was guarding the city of Dralmor, I felt a small earthquake. At first, I thought it was natural, but after investigating, it seems it was caused by a battle between powerful figures. I just wanted to make sure you're safe."
