บท 183: Milo And Agaris, Years Later

"Don't trust him, Milo", Agaris said, nestling into a small red chair. 

Rather than pull out a chair, Milo perched atop of a small brown table and crossed one leg over the other, "How come, is he suspicious some way?". 

Agaris leant on his hand as a maid bundled through the door behind them with glasses of water, tea and snacks lining a silver tray. She looked towards Agaris and bowed, then looked at Milo and did the same. She placed the tray down and with another shallow, exaggerated bow, left the room. 

An audible sigh of relief sounded from the other side of the door, causing Milo to chuckle slightly as he lifted some kind of dried meat into his mouth. 

"Power is leaking", Agaris said. 

"Sorry …", Milo replied, biting the end off of the meat stick, "… can't help it, don't have full mastery over it yet".