Sylas' gaze blazed when he saw these words. For him, it took no more than an instant to read them, and yet he went over them so many times that even the time dilation of his senses began to creep over into the real world, making it so that even his mother was looking at him in confusion, wondering why her son was in such a daze.
Snapping out of it after a while, Sylas could finally look at his mother again with the notification screen gone.
"I'm going to go stretch my legs out, Mother. I'll be back in a few hours."
Isolde frowned. "You just got back."
"I'll return soon," Sylas reassured. With a step, he was already gone, the living room left with his family.
Isolde looked over toward Cassarae. "Is he really alright?"
Cassarae beamed. "I don't think he's ever been more alright."
For some reason, Isolde trusted her daughter-in-law's words far more than her own son's. It was only then that she well and truly relaxed.
"The brat didn't even greet his own father," Cedric muttered.
