In the morning, I got dressed and wore my mask after altering my appearance a tad. Remi and the maids helped dress me for this meeting, and I placed the necessary magical tools on my body—the crest of the Ryujin family, along with the communication and teleportation devices.
I was ready to go. I just hoped the King wouldn't take too much of my time, despite this being my own request.
I skipped down the stairs and made my way to the entrance.
"Where are you headed off to so early in the morning, Master?"
I halted in my tracks and turned to see Davian standing at the top of the stairs, looking at me. He seemed like he had just woken up. His hair was tousled, and his clothes were wrinkled.
"Not to forget—on the birthday of your son," he added, and I sighed.
"I have some important work," I said as I adjusted my mask.
"What's with your appearance? Your hair looks different," he asked as he descended the stairs.
"Can we save that for when I return? I'm in a hurry," I replied.
