Aiden wore a dark-gold Legendary Rank mage robe. He stood calm and steady, like a deep pool and a towering mountain. The magic power inside him moved like a bottomless ocean.
"Buzz—"
Suddenly, the space beside him rippled slightly.
An old palace eunuch in a red robe stepped quickly out of the void. His expression was extremely respectful.
He carried no weapon. He only held a bright yellow scroll sealed with wax high in both hands.
"Lord Aiden."
The old eunuch bent deeply at the waist. His voice trembled slightly.
"Her Majesty said she cannot bear farewells, so she will not come."
"This is a letter Her Majesty wrote for you herself overnight. She asked that you open it personally."
Aiden's face remained calm. He raised his hand and took the scroll.
It felt light in his hand, yet somehow as heavy as a mountain.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the seal broke silently.
The scroll slowly opened.
There were no formal greetings and no long speeches.
