"Hmm? Has Merlin Clay arrived yet?"
A man opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at the young man in front of him.
"Yes, Father," the young man in his twenties replied.
He bowed his head and continued, "The news just came from the guards. They say Merlin Clay will arrive at the palace in a few minutes."
The man slowly straightened his body and stretched lazily.
"Good. Let's welcome him," he said as he slowly got up. "After all, he is the one mentioned in the prophecy..."
...
"Woaa! Is that the royal palace? It's huge!" Merlin peeked through the window, unable to hide his amazement.
The royal palace was enormous and magnificent.
Even the Tharot family mansion—or Clay's mansion—was nothing compared to it.
Well, that made sense, considering what stood before him was a palace, not a mansion.
Still, it was so impressive that it left him speechless.
"Humph! You're exaggerating, Merlin. My palace is hundreds of times bigger than that."
