Mikhailis yawned loudly, stretching his arms as he lounged on the couch in the royal chamber. He had spent the last few days in the castle without much to do, simply lazing around. He had tinkered with his ant colony, read through so notes, and even helped Rodion run a few projections on the underground tunnels. But still, it lacked excitent.
"Rodion, how about we add a pool for the ants or sothing?" he said, half-joking, half-serious.
He laughed, just about to co up with another crazy idea when the door creaked open, and Elowen stepped inside. She held a scroll in her hand, her expression more serious than usual.
I guess... Today is not a good day?
"Hey, wifey. You look like you're about to make an announcent," Mikhailis said with a grin.
Elowen approached him, her gaze steady, and she handed him the scroll.
"You're right, Mikhailis. This just ca in. An invitation—specifically for you."
Mikhailis blinked and took the scroll, unraveling it slowly. He read through the elegant writing, and his grin slowly faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.
"The Saintess of the Elder Tree," he murmured, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, that's certainly not sothing you see every day."
Elowen nodded.
"Saintess Myria Elthea is one of the most influential figures in Eldoria. She holds the respect of many across the continent, not just because of her divine connection but also because of her influence among both nobles and commoners. And she's one of the main influential figures in Silvarion Thalor,"
Mikhailis sighed, leaning back on the couch.
"So she wants to et , huh? She's probably heard about my charming personality, my bug obsession, or maybe my cooking skills."
Elowen smiled slightly, but her eyes remained serious.
"She's likely interested in your origins. You're not from this world, after all, and your presence here is unusual. It makes people curious, and sotis... wary."
Mikhailis gave her a knowing look.
"In other words, she wants to see if I'm a threat."
Elowen nodded again.
"Exactly. She wants to gauge you for herself. And, Mikhailis, it's important that you conduct yourself well during this audience. Myria's influence is substantial—her support could open doors for us, but if she sees you as dangerous or unstable, it could make things more difficult."
Mikhailis stared at the scroll for a mont, then looked up, his gaze eting hers. His usual joking deanor was gone, replaced by a more serious expression.
"I get it. I'll behave."
Elowen smiled, her golden eyes softening as she reached out to touch his hand.
"I know you will. But there's sothing else—I can't go with you."
Huh? Really?
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