Flames of Heresy ( 288 )

Garius leaned back in his chair. "Alf."

Alf, who had been standing nearby, immediately stepped forward. "Yes, my lord?"

Garius exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "I don't feel good."

Francesca, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke up. "Hmm? What's wrong, dear?"

Garius didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Eridith, the White Flame, his dragon-wife, who was still finishing the last of her roast meat. "Eridith."

She blinked, chewing slowly. "Yes?"

Garius met her gaze. "Can you follow Javier and his two maids to the border town?"

Eridith raised an eyebrow. "The one between the Beastkin Kingdom and Armand?"

"Yes."

She frowned slightly. "Why?"

Garius shook his head. "I don't know… Perhaps just a precaution."

Eridith tilted her head. "But your youngest son is strong."