The next day.
Avic’s edict arrived as expected.
Garen dressed neatly, and followed the herald to the palace to see His Majesty.
It was the same study as before; Avic was seated on the bench quietly, looking relaxed and at ease. As he saw Garen come in, a satisfied look flashed across his face.
He stood up and gently shook Garen’s hand.
"Trejons, you are finally here. This time you have truly salvaged the reputation of Kovitan’s royal family."The joy on Avic’s face was void of any pretense. Even his greetings were raised a notch higher.
"Your majesty, that is an exaggeration. This is what I am obliged to do." Garen answered humbly.
Both of them sat down on two separate golden chairs by the window.