Alexios stood in the thawing basement, watching the primordial who had just confiscated his own miracle pill, and waited for the words 'let me try something else' to grow an explanation.
They didn't.
"Try what?" the king demanded. "Try what, exactly?"
"Why don't you trust me for once, old friend?"
Alexios couldn't help but blink. Did this creature truly utter those words just now?
Whatever he was about to say, Quinlan was no longer listening. His gaze had already gone somewhere past the mansion, past the night itself, and a faint crimson sheen rolled across his eyes while he hummed to himself.
Through [Overlord's Eyes], a cozy little scene arrived from far away: a warm common room, a teacup in a familiar, delicate hand, and two women laughing at whatever story his alchemist was telling.
"Perfect. They're still at it."
Quinlan flicked two fingers, and a [Warp Gate] unfolded.
"Iris. Would you accompany me for a short trip? Been a while since we spent time together."
