The Peculiar Court Magician (Intruded)
Mikhailis adjusted his glasses, taking a deep breath as he stared at the holographic map projected in front of his right eye. The translucent layout of the castle slowly turned, revealing Serelith's exact position—her chamber on the second floor, west wing. Rodion's voice echoed smoothly in his ear, his tone as detached as always.
<Serelith Malanor located in her private chamber. Path has been highlighted. Estimated time of arrival, two minutes and twenty-six seconds if you maintain a brisk pace.>
Mikhailis glanced down the corridor, tightening his grip on his tablet before setting off in that direction. His steps echoed in the empty hallway, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. He was determined, his expression focused, and his body moving in fluid strides.
"So, Rodion," he whispered, his voice low enough that only he could hear, "what have we got on Serelith? Any tidbits that could help in negotiations? I don't plan to walk into a snake's lair without some bait."