A Silent Cry

Adam's face paled, yet a pensive frown creased his brows at the thought-provoking concern raised by Merlin.

He knew the mage saw what he described through his reaction, which added credibility to his advice, one he would take to heart and focus on before the second event began.

He nodded, grateful for the sharp advice as he planned to meet with Ifrit and Maven tomorrow.

Then, he gazed at Luna's closed door, his heart tightening.

As marvelous as Merlin was, the time wasn't for political discussions. Not after his sufferings in the crypt, or her charming smile that had kept him moving forward. Although he had suppressed his desire—to finish everything territory-related first—his heart burned and his mind edged on his limits.

Noticing the subtle cues, Merlin's solemness melted. A knowing grin replaced his frown as he winked at him.

"We'll meet tomorrow to delve deeper into the subject. Go, and good luck with her."