The next instant, Malrik appeared beside Azaron, who stood waiting for him with his hands behind his back. Malrik had asked for only a few seconds, and within those few seconds, the work had already been completed. Azaron stared at Malrik the moment he reappeared, his gaze lingering longer than usual, studying him with an unreadable expression.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Malrik asked, noticing the peculiar way Azaron was staring at him.
Azaron did not respond immediately. He simply continued to stare at his son, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly before he finally spoke. "What crazy thing did you do this time?" he asked, suspicion heavy in his tone. He was fairly certain that Malrik had done something, Malrik never disappeared without reason.
