Valdris returned to the main island, guiding Adam to the starting point of the wing trial, as Saegar called it. The two Lords remained aloft, surveying the colorful lands from the best possible vantage point.
"Agh... You know, Kenward, I'll never understand why you chose to stake out your territory. I mean, aside from the dew trees, there's nothing noteworthy there, just soot, dust, and hungry monsters tearing chunks of flesh off the bones."
Handing the third plate, cleaned after dessert, to the maid, Kenward took a deep breath.
"You know. It was a promise. While I have the opportunity, I want to keep them beautiful. After all... Soon there may be nothing left of them."
Oddly enough, no jokes or sarcastic comments followed from Saegar. He nodded deeply, understanding Kenward's position.
If it was necessary, he could be serious. After all, he lived in this world long enough to learn how to behave properly in any situation.
That had its advantages and disadvantages.
