The Red King nodded when he heard Gravis' answer. "This time, I won't carry you since some other beasts might think I'm your servant."
"I don't mind," Gravis answered.
"Also, it would be better for you not to transform into lightning. I want that to be a surprise for the Empress," the Red King advised.
Gravis rolled his eyes. "Fine. I don't see the point of that but take my acceptance as some sort of parting gift. After all, the last five years weren't as bad as I had initially believed."
The Red King groaned. "You really don't know how lucky you are. Do you honestly believe that a breeder of the Empress would be held in some confined room or something? You will just join her Empire with a distinguished status. This means you can do whatever you want."
When Gravis heard that, his brows furrowed. "That really is different than I had expected. Does it mean I can also leave if I want?"