Randall looked wordlessly between Franz and Calian. Surprisingly, he then spoke to Calian.
āYou look tired. You should go ahead and rest.ā
Randallās concern was odd, and even Franz was stunned. But Randall said nothing else.
Calian was grateful for the excuse to leave this awful table. Silicaās eyes narrowed but she said nothing else about Randallās strange behavior.
āI hope you enjoy the rest of your meal,ā Calian said to Lennon, then his head and looked straight into Silicaās eyes.
Calian smiled brightly at her, his own eyes was like a mirror image of that woman who had died. He strongly hoped that he resembled the deceased Freya.
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āIāll see you again.
Silica frowned for a moment before returning to her carefree expression. She was about to say something back to him but Calian quickly turned his back on her. She clenched her hands.
Randall took a mouthful of desert, carefully keeping his eyes down. It was sorbet made with Ranieri flowers, made to Silicaās liking. The scent of flowers hovered in his mouth before melting away.
* * *
Three weeks passed.
The entire Kalisian capital was bustling in preparation for the kingās birthday celebration. One by one, noblesĀ gathered to the home of Kailis, and ambassadors from distant lands arrived and stayed in the Rubia Pavilion. A few days ago, there was a stirring in the crowds as they tried to catch glimpse of the elves who entered the city.
Some worked to greet and accommodate the visitors, others prepared the banquet, and some were tasked with the safety of the event. All couldnāt get rid of their excited looks ahead of the big festival.
However, Yanās complexion looked noticeably worse. Not only him, but six of Calianās maids as well. Even Schatten, the tailor who prepared Calianās clothes a month ago, had a face creased with stress.
āHave you gotten thinner, Your Highness?ā
Calian smiled at Schattenās worried expression.
āIt seems so,ā Calian answered calmly, and he realized that it was part of another problem.
It seemed obvious that the mana in the body was having a bad effect on his heart, as it it hurt every time he tried to use mana.
āIām sure there will be some famous mages at the birthday festival. Iāll find someone I can trust to check the problem, and wait until then.ā
A healer could have a rather bad effect on a magic user, so Yan nodded.
Schattenās voice interrupted his thoughts. āI might have to refit your clothes.ā
At first he pinned the clothes to distinguish where to trim and what to leave, but realizing he couldnāt solve the problem that way, he took out the measuring tape again.
āIāll take new measurements, Your Highness.ā
He seemed to be planning to redo all of them again.
Calian felt a little guilty and followed his orders obediently. Schatten seemed to have no problem measuring him again, though it had taken awhile.
Schatten concluded that he still had time and would be back with the new clothes tomorrow. Calian wanted to reduce his tailorās burden.
āIāll wear the other two suits on the second and third day anyway, so itās alright if you bring them later.ā
āYes, Your Highness.ā
Calian went to the carriage and told the driver to transport Schatten. That was the least Calian could do for the tailor.
Finally, the birthday of King Rumein had finally arrived.