~Tiredness Sets in~

[Clyde]

“Zenith is back? When did she come back?” Moran asked, a hint of surprise in his tone. I stared at the map that was more like a drawing of a bunch of faded lines and scribbles. They say this was drawn by our ancestors and will give an idea of where the dragon pearl is. It was more like a few centuries old scribbled bullshit to me.

I hummed.

“And did she…?”

“No. We haven’t spoken much. Only catching up,” I replied in a clipped tone. In truth, I had gone back late to the residence and was told that Zenith had returned to the guest quarters. In the morning, I had come to the office earlier than necessary, knowing that Zenith wouldn’t visit unless necessary. I was not one to avoid people, but she was, as always, not everyone even if our relationship had become sour or stagnant. But that wasn’t for Moran to know.

He was usually deferential, but being my second-in-command for years sometimes made him bold at times. He took the hint and murmured, “I see.”

It was then that the