"How does it feel?" Moulin asked while he focused on his mana siphoning into Hadrian's core. The arcan relic thrummed, trapped between his palm and Hadrian's wrist.
They are currently holding the session within the library. Nowadays, Lord Hercullio's presence within the realm was no longer unusual. However, Lady Calanthe and Lord Na'El always appear a bit uneasy whenever they cross paths with the High Lord and most especially confused when they witness the Lord dress so casually as though he were living in his abode.
"So even the Golden Lord himself can be as ordinary as any man."