The journey back to Metallica, particularly the Ashenlocke Estate, went smoothly.
After the long party, Ezra was resting on the bed in his suite.
His upper body leaned against the headboard while one hand held a golden card in front of him.
The Royal Crest of Britannia was faintly imprinted on its surface.
Even without looking closely, anyone could tell that it was not an ordinary card.
A letter had been placed beside it.
Ezra lowered the card and picked up the letter again.
He had already read its contents once, but he went through them a second time, his eyes moving steadily across the lines.
***
Since I cannot be your mother or help you openly,
I can still find ways to give you more confidence in your future choices.
With this card, you can visit me anytime to speak, ask for advice, or discuss anything else you want.
As long as I can help without causing any problems for you, I will surely help.
Basically, this is how I will be watching you closely.
