Chapitre 89: End of the year

The Southwestern tower of the Royal Academy of Nemphis.

The blond bearded, green eyed High King was sitting opposite to his dear friend, the black clad Southwestern Tower Master.

"You are a High King. Not to mention the 'selection' is knocking at the door." The tower master took a sip from his expensive black jewel embedded teacup. "What are you doing here?"

"I also belonged to this place." He looked through the opening at the wall with nostalgia written in his eyes. The Fredrick House was surrounded by the same Idyllic garden like it used to forty odd years ago. He turned back to his friend. "And I still belong here. What can you do?"

"Whatever, just tell me you did not leave the preparations to your idiotic son."

"Relax. He is the one who's idiot." He shook his head, his eyes betraying disappointment. "I left everything to Aretha."

"Mhmm. Your daughter in law sure is capable." The tower master nodded.