Lancelot enjoyed the quiet.
He especially liked the feeling of standing alone at a high vantage point and looking down upon the land, which gave him the illusion that everything was under his control.
However, many things had recently slipped out of his grasp, especially the operation beneath Baron Iron Tower. Although he had eliminated Gawain's interference, he was widely condemned for the mission's failure.
His estrangement was evident in Green's attitude.
He gently tapped the button on the desk.
At that moment, he desperately wanted to taste some absinthe. When the bell rang, there was no response for a long time; just as Lancelot was growing impatient, the door suddenly swung open without warning.
A familiar voice sounded.
"Tsk tsk, the renowned First Knight, and yet there's no one to share a drink with you."
"How forlorn."
Lancelot whipped around, his eyes as frosty as congealed ice.
"Gawain!?"