Chapter 603
"My goodness, Lu Solar," said Fael, his lips trembling as he stared at Ian as though entranced. "H-How are you here?"
"Just happened that way."
As Ian shrugged, the silver-haired fairy who had entered last came to stand beside him. As the doors to the reception hall closed behind them, Thesaya caught Fael’s dazed gaze and smiled playfully.
"It’s been a while, Master. Do you remember me?"
Fael’s eyes widened even further. However, before he could answer, a choked voice came from behind him.
"Greetings to the Great Warrior!"
It was Bor. Fael flinched and turned around. Bor was holding the metal box with both hands, bowing his head in the Northern fashion.
"It’s been a while, Bor. You’ve upgraded your gear since the last time I saw you," said Ian.
"I always believed you’d come back safely," Bor said, his head still bowed. The faint tremor in his voice betrayed the storm of emotions within him—a faith finally rewarded.
Fael, regaining a measure of composure thanks to that outburst, turned back to Ian. "I had my doubts, but the stories of the Agent of the Saint bestowing a blessing upon this land were true."
"The heavens did, thanks to the man worthy of wearing the crown," Ian said, casting a brief look at the back of Declan’s head. Fael had no way of knowing that he said it to wash his hands of any responsibility.
Finally snapping out of his daze, Fael bowed his head. "I have been speaking informally for too long in your presence. I apologize for my rudeness, Your Majesty."