"...?"
Robin continued staring at Seraphim in confusion, his gaze fixed and unmoving.
He completely ignored the Cosmic Elder, who had already reached the corridor, exchanged a few brief words with those waiting around it, then stepped inside after taking a deep breath.
Robin, however, noticed none of that.
All of his focus, all of his awareness, was locked onto the smooth, continuous movements of the pen as it glided across the massive board, carving out lines with precision and fluidity that felt almost alive.
Minutes passed like that…
Until he suddenly stopped, his steps halting as if a thought had just formed. Then he turned and began walking toward the house.
But just as he moved, his concentration was broken by a sharp shout behind him:
"My lord!!"
"Hmm?" Robin paused mid-step and turned his head slightly, his brows drawing together just a little, "What is it, Pitsu? Thanks for the shard, you can leave now."
