Gawain and Amber had left, leaving only the grandfather and grandson separated by six hundred years in the reception room. Modir looked in the direction of the door for a long time before finally withdrawing his gaze, the excitement on his face also subdued.
The old mage sat in the chair, seemingly trying hard to appear upright and reserved, hiding his emotions, but compared to his truly naturally poker-faced great-N granddaughter next to him, his hurried effort at a poker face ultimately lacked some skill. The old man adjusted his expression for a long time but still couldn't control the corners of his mouth from curling up.
"You seem very happy." Victoria's slightly chilly voice came from beside him. She had been observing the changes in her ancestor's expression from the start, finally breaking the silence. She had expected Modir to be very happy upon seeing Gawain, but she clearly hadn't anticipated him being this delighted.
