Chapter 42: Collecting Genes
Arthur had a subtlety etched into his face, which didn't seem to go away, and the reason behind it was that he was now very close to getting the authority he had gained after becoming the owner of Ethelerarion Replisis.
While on the way to the Fira, his feet danced on the grass, his body felt lighter than ever before, and the path was in front of him now; he just had to follow it.
'Fira, my dear Fira, I am coming for you.'
He reached inside the dining hall, and he glanced at the gigantic clock. There are still 45 minutes before dinner starts. The preparations are being made by the elves; however, he can't seem to find Fira anywhere among the elves.
'She had mentioned something about her master; what if she had an emergency?'
It could be a slim possibility, so he just walked up to a random female elf and asked if she knew where Fira was. She looked a little flustered, but she still answered him.
'Hmm, she is in the kitchen cooking.'