Although still in pain, Zoemi ended up leaving the bed and limped his way towards Devios's office, helping himself with the crystal cane.
The two corpse puppet sentinels and corpse puppet Xeonith were walking beside him – after getting refused more than five times, they stopped asking to help the black-haired boy out and just walked in silence, sending him worried looks each time he frowned from discomfort.
As they walked they would sometimes pass a servant or an officer from the Perserios family who was brought back thanks to Zoemi's spell, still, even though he was responding to the friendly and grateful words as they all greet him, the black-haired boy didn't seem particularly happy.
Each time that such an interaction was initiated, Zoemi's eyes would dart over the person's shoulder and his expression would darken.
"..."
"Master...?"
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