An omen is coming

"So he went to see her?"

Abel stood in front of the window, listening to Isaiah's report. He was holding his wrist on his back, tapping it with his fingers mildly. 

"And Conan?" he asked, without taking his eyes from the vast expanse through the window. 

"He is currently in the barracks with Leon. Roman and Climaco had been sparring with him…" Isaiah trailed off as he recalled the news regarding their last spar. 

"It's a good thing that La Crox is here to spar with him. If he spars with those two, he might break them."

"I agree, Your Majesty."

"Let him be for now," said Abel, snapping his eyes as his gaze shifted to Isaiah's faint reflection. "He hadn't used his sword for a long time. He needs practice on who to slay."

Abel slowly released his wrist, moving his left hand in a circular motion while flexing his fingers on his right. He had been doing this as of late and seeing him do it again, Isaiah lowered his eyes.