Getting To Work On Relaxing

After leaving Leon's room, Astaroth made his way down to the office Phoenix often used as a personal meeting room and where she did her paperwork in peace.

He found a single guard at the door, who looked almost too young to be standing there in the Royal Guard uniform.

When the guard saw him, he clanged his heels together, slamming his fist into his chest plate.

"Your Highness!" he saluted.

"At ease," Astaroth replied, heading into the room.

The soldier calmed down after he passed next to him, but then looked at the hall with a curious face.

"Uhm… Sir?" he called out.

"Hmm?" Astaroth hummed, stopping his steps.

"Where is your assigned guard?"

Astaroth's eyebrow raised, wondering what he was talking about.

"What assigned guard?"

"Your assigned private guard, sir. Orders from the Royal Guard commander?"

Astaroth looked at him with the eyes of a dead fish, having no idea what he was talking about.