Bab 85: Couldn’t Life Just Be Easy? I

—OSAYI'S POV—

"When will you return?"

Osayi flinched just as he'd walked out of his room, the hallways as dark as the night sky safe for the candles that barely lit the area from the walls.

He turned to see Ísar standing a few steps away, donned in his night gown and his now longer hair tied in a braid over his shoulder.

Osayi turned to his friend, his hand on the straps of his satchel, and he smiled at the king.

"Shouldn't be asleep, Rico?" he muttered as he stepped towards Ísar, the younger boy almost eye level with him at that point.

As much as his friend would've denied it, Ísar pouted at his lack of response to the question asked, the action making Osayi chuckle under his breath.

It was actions like that that reinforced Osayi's hope that the future he knew simply didn't come to pass. How exactly did such an innocent child bring about a calamity if such proportions?