Chapter 178: VOL 3 - 16: About to embark.
In the middle of a peaceful and quiet garden, filled with beautiful flowers of all shapes and sizes, there stood a simple rustic wooden cabin, roughly 60 square meters in size. Inside, the director sat cross-legged on a simple cushion—the only "furniture" in the cabin—his eyes closed in meditation. But at that moment, out of nowhere and without warning, a humanoid figure materialized in the room.
The figure soon revealed itself to be a woman of divine beauty, with pale skin and facial features so finely sculpted that she looked more like a masterfully carved statue than a living being. The impression she gave was that of standing before a true warrior empress—or perhaps even a goddess. But undoubtedly, the most striking detail about her was her long crimson hair and her bright orange eyes.
"Lysander."
With a melodious voice, one that seemed to carry an unmatched majesty, the woman called out as a simple black cushion appeared in her hands. This caused the director to open his eyes abruptly, visibly startled. But upon seeing the woman sitting calmly in front of him with a relaxed expression, a bitter smile inevitably formed on his face.
"Brigid, stop scaring me like that. It's not good for my heart. I'm getting old—you're going to make yourself a widow if you keep this up." The director said in a somewhat playful tone, which made the beautiful woman roll her eyes before replying with sarcasm.
"What a delicate flower. Next time I'll send you a formal announcement a decade in advance to see if that helps."
"Hehe, it's good to see that you're finally able to come out." The director said with amusement, to which the woman calmly nodded.
"Although it won't be for long—maybe one or two years. I still haven't fully stabilized." Brigid replied as she turned her head to the left and added.
"But that's not important. What matters is that I want to see that boy."
"Hehe, I figured as much."
The director commented while looking in the same direction as Brigid, where he could see Erik, dressed only in his underwear, being thoroughly massaged by Sigrún, Eleonora, and Seraphina. But just then, Seraphina suddenly turned and 'looked' directly at them, murderous intent practically written across her face, causing Sigrún and Eleonora to glance in the same direction, slightly confused—only for their expressions to quickly fill with rage.