Duel of Wits ( 307 )

Garius stood calmly, tossing a piece of grilled meat into the air.

Giddie caught it effortlessly, squawking in delight.

The massive golden Pekko wagged its tail feathers, fully enjoying its meal.

Garius chuckled, tossing another exotic fruit.

Giddie snapped it up mid-air, crunching happily.

"My Lord?"

Garius glanced to the side as Alf approached.

The butler bowed slightly before speaking.

"Hesbeirn has arrived with a delegation from the king."

Garius raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm? And who was sent?"

"The royal force army general—General Gilmon. Along with some ministers."

Alf smirked slightly as he mentioned the name.

Garius immediately caught on.

His own smirk appeared as he gave Alf a side glance.

"Oh? You seem to have fun mentioning his name."

Alf cleared his throat, trying to suppress his expression.

"Ah, it's nothing, my Lord."

Garius chuckled, shaking his head.