Chapter 94: Psychopathic Tendencies
"Come in."
As Asher’s voice reverberated through the room, Lyra raised a brow in mild confusion, wondering who her Young Master was speaking to. Her senses swept across the room and extended a few meters beyond the walls, but she detected nothing. Just as she was about to ask Asher whom he was addressing, the door creaked open.
A gentle footstep echoed, and a man dressed in a pristine butler uniform with white gloves stepped inside, Zarek, the Primarch’s personal right-hand man.
Lyra’s face momentarily reflected surprise before her expression returned to calm. She wasn’t astonished by her failure to sense Zarek’s presence, she knew she couldn’t, not even if she tried a million times. What truly caught her off guard was the fact that Asher had sensed him when she had not.
Zarek spoke with a faint smile the moment he entered, not bothering with formal greetings.
"It seems the Tenth Sun’s senses have evolved significantly after dancing between life and death for a while."
Asher smiled slightly. He had sensed Zarek’s body interacting with the Astra motes. Even if Zarek managed to erase his presence completely, cloaking himself from even the most advanced sensory abilities, it was now impossible for him to escape Asher’s perception.
Zarek himself was mildly surprised, though he did not show it. He merely smiled and commented. He did not ask any questions, it wasn’t his place to do so.
"Good morning, Zarek," Asher greeted as he shifted from his reclined position on the bed into a seated one. He knew that whenever Zarek appeared, it was due to an order from the Primarch himself.
"Good morning, Tenth Sun," Zarek replied with a slight bow of respect. Lyra remained silent, standing respectfully at the side.