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Zenith watched the Healer walk into his study room with keen eyes. What he was doing here?

Mathias went to stand beside him, also staring at the Healer like his coming was ominous, which it was.

“Your Highness,” The Healer greeted with a slight bow, his eyes glinted with the familiar purple color from behind cloak he used to cover his face. Zenith had always been weary of the man since he saved him from the fire years ago and he knew he had to meet him to take care of Divine also.

“You coming here must definitely not to greet me if I was right?” Zenith asked, picking up the scrolls before him and putting them into the rack.

The healer smirked. “Definitely not, Your Highness. I came here, bearing great news but before I proceed. Where is that Nephew of yours? It has been so long since I saw the creature that I mended myself.”

Zenith’s eyes flickered at the term he used to describe Divine but he said nothing.

“He is not allowed in the throne room unless he is being summoned. Please g