Darcy and Soron followed close behind, bowing low with the utmost reverence.
Titus, who was on the bed, also struggled to speak, his voice weak but clear. "I am Titus of the Justice Clan. I thank Your Excellency for your past aid, and I congratulate you… on your ascension to the Morning Star Level."
His voice was filled with a complex mix of emotions: gratitude, shock, and a deep sense of melancholy.
Ian waved his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted Aidele to her feet.
"Aidele, there is no need for such formalities."
His voice was calm, yet it carried an intangible authority.
"I have returned today for two reasons. First, to visit old acquaintances. Second… to settle some old business."
Aidele understood at once. She straightened, her posture respectful but not subservient.
