The Wandering

Xion didn't stop running until he reached his room.

The second he stepped inside; he slammed the door shut. He pressed his back against the wall.

His heart pounded in his ribcage, partly from the sprint, and partly from embarrassment.

He groaned, dragging his hands down his face. He did not expect the archduke to act like that.

"I am never speaking to him again! Hmm!" While venting his anger with his words, he pushed himself off the door and started pacing the room.

No. He had to erase that conversation from his memory. Immediately.

Fortunately, he had the perfect distraction. He had a whole sample of Darius' mana to analyze, after all.

He looked at his ring, which now carried a sliver of dark green energy.

Without wasting another second, he went to his lab.

"System? Are you there?"

[Aren't I always here, host? Is there something you need?]