Silas sat in the bar section of the spaceship.
At least, it wasn't broken from the destruction caused earlier.
"Pending the time the academy's ship arrives, I should stay here," he muttered to himself.
Behind him, Asher stood, hands clasped behind his back.
"I have told you this already, stop standing, sit down."
Asher bowed.
"I would rather be like this, Master Silas."
Silas shook his head, unsure of what to do.
Asher did not know what to say anymore.
After the battle was over and everyone was allowed to rest, Asher had been acting in a weird way.
It was not his fault.
As per his contract with The Order of Truth, he was to protect Silas till he was strong enough to stand on his own.
At least, until his level increased within the order and he was assigned a stronger guard.
But at this rate, Silas was going to surpass him before he was assigned a stronger guard.
Silas did not think too much of Asher's weirdness; he focused on the screen in front of him.
