Chapter 33: Leaving for the First Time
As Asher sat on his bed, lost in thought about the countless scenes of arrogant nobles being humbled that he might soon witness, a soft knock echoed from the door.
"Come in," he said calmly.
The door creaked open, revealing Lyra, who stepped inside with a folded cloth draped neatly over her arms.
"This is your attire for the party, Young Master," she said with a gentle smile, extending it toward him. "What do you think?"
Asher examined the garment briefly, then gave a faint nod. He didn’t dwell on the details, if Lyra had selected it, that was more than enough for him. Her choices had never failed him before, after all, she had basically been picking Asher’s clothes since his birth.
Rising from the bed, Asher walked over to the wardrobe standing silently against the wall. With a swift motion, he opened it, retrieved a few garments, and handed them to Lyra.
Without needing a word of instruction, she instinctively understood and transferred the items into her space ring.
Asher then began preparing a few personal essentials. He wasn’t sure if they would come across a river or stream suitable for bathing during the three-day journey. The customs of this era were still unfamiliar to him, and he preferred to be prepared.
Once he had finished, Lyra quietly exited the room. Asher then settled onto the bed, crossed his legs, and began to cultivate, letting his breathing steady as he sank into focused silence.
Several minutes passed before another knock echoed from the door. Asher didn’t need to ask, he already knew it was Zarek. He had long since learned to recognize people by the rhythm and weight of their knock.
Rising from the bed, he walked to the door and opened it.