บท 49: Goodbye Bernlit

As I knocked on Sir Michael's door, my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. The weight of Fiona's mission pressed heavily on my mind, and I knew I had to discuss it with Sir Michael, wondering how he felt about her command.

The door creaked open, revealing the familiar interior of Sir Michael's chamber. He greeted me with a furrowed brow, and I could sense the irritation simmering beneath the surface.

"What is it now, Miles?" he asked, his tone clipped.

I stepped into the room, feeling the tension in the air thicken. "Sir Michael, I need to speak with you about Fiona's mission," I began, trying to keep my voice steady despite the unease gnawing at my gut.

Sir Michael's brow furrowed even deeper, and a flash of frustration crossed his features. "Ah, Fiona's mission," he muttered, his tone tinged with annoyance. "And what does she want now?"