"Well, I will take my leave now, so please rest well. You need to be prepared since the engagement is only four days away."
Saying that, Sir Joran stood up and left the room. Adrian didn't speak or react in any way until the moment the door closed. He simply had too much on his mind right now.
The room turned quiet as he remained motionless, lost in thought.
But the silence didn't last long. It was broken by a voice so deep that it felt as though it was coming from the very depths of the abyss.
[How does it feel to have returned from the very jaws of death, feeble one?]
The sudden voice pulled him out of his thoughts, though his mind remained jumbled. As he turned to the source, he saw a black bird sitting on the sheathed blade of a sword hung horizontally on the wall as decoration.
Adrian frowned.
"How are you here? I don't remember summoning you again after dismissing you last time. What? You can summon yourself on your own?"
