Shameless Complaining

Darius entered the small room, followed closely by Berry. His brow furrowed in dissatisfaction as soon as he looked around.

Hadn't I specifically told them to find a decent place for Xion? His gaze skimmed over the cramped, poorly lit room.

A few shelves lined the walls, making it clear that this was not a suitable environment for someone stupidly bright like Xion.

Suppressing his rising irritation, Darius reminded himself that there was a far more pressing issue to address.

Noxian, biting his lip, was trailing behind Uncle Berry. Luckily, he found the older male just around the corner.

In his anxiousness, he did not care if he would be punished for his rash behavior.

He had simply run to the archduke and fumbled out Sir Allen's situation.

And now he was craning his neck to see more. The sight made him halt in his steps.