34 That Human Girl Is An Adult Already

While Ember was enjoying the sights of Ronan, Erlos dreaded his return to the palace. 

Draven sat in his chair, resuming his unfinished work on the map as if he never left in the first place, while Erlos stood in front of his king with his head lowered. Though his clothes were still wrinkled, he had long dusted off the leaves covering his body.

As he waited inside the quiet study, the young elf could not help but fidget, only to stay still as a statue seeing the King finally put away the quill in his hand. That meant it was now his turn to be grilled. 

Just as he was wondering whether his master would start by throwing  sarcastic remarks or by punishing him by giving more work first, he heard something unexpected. 

"A day."

"Y-Yes, Sire?"

"You returned in just a day," Draven said in a languid voice. "You must have used your powers in the right way."