"I am fine, Mother," Cian rubbed the space between his brows.
"That's the thing, Cian. I don't think that you are okay. And I don't think that you have been okay in a long time. I don't like it." His mother frowned through the crystal ball, which was infused with mana and could be used as a communication tool.
Maybe it was some kind of compensation that Bree wanted to give to him for not visiting him at his palace but she didn't confiscate this communication tool when his mother sent it hidden with the rest of the package that she had packed for him.
"You worry too much, mother. Just because her majesty is not visiting me, it doesn't mean that I am not doing alright," Cian knew very well that he was not fine. Unlike the three consorts, he was not skilled with a lot of things other than assassinating and collecting information. But the thing was Bree had a lot of hidden spies who could do the same thing, which left him with nothing.