Nine

CHAPTER 9 – RICHARD

"Master," The servant standing outside my study door bowed, as she opened the door.

I go through the door, slamming it shut and locking it from the inside. The last thing I need right now is any form of intrusion.

The young mage who was seated on the small couch stands at the sight of me. She's dressed in the ancient outfit of the cave Mages. Her black coak has a hood that covers her hair. She takes it off and bows.

"You sent for me," She says softly, with a courtesy smile.

"Yes, I did. Have a seat," I gesture at the couch and she sits. I sit on a different couch, and there's a small table between us.

The Mages gave me my powers and in return, I let them roam half of the packs I conquered. I owe them everything I have, and they owe me so much too. That's the only reason they can honor my invitation on such short notice.

Flair is one of the youngest and pretty good in dark spells. And she's visited here more than the others, so it's kinda relaxing with her.

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