The Eye of the Lord ( 237 )

Lord Garius sat in his study, the dim light casting long shadows across the ornate wooden desk.Beside him, Francesca sat gracefully, her delicate fingers wrapped around a porcelain teacup. She took a slow, deliberate sip, her eyes half-lidded as she savored the tea and the buttery biscuit she had just nibbled on.

Across from them stood Alf, Erinnete, Hesbeirn, and Rasdingen, their postures rigid yet respectful. The room was silent save for the occasional rustle of paper as Garius flipped through the detailed report in his hands. His sharp eyes scanned the words, lips curling into a faint smirk.

"Hmm… this is true, Erinnete?" Garius finally broke the silence, his voice low and measured, carrying an air of authority that demanded immediate attention.

Erinette stepped forward slightly, bowing her head. "Yes, my lord. As you predicted, using the alternate route ensured we encountered them. It also allowed us to witness the true potential of your youngest son."