Elder Loujt sits with his legs crossed in the hospital cafeteria, sipping his coffee. To anyone glancing his way, he looks like any other older man, attractive for his age, blue hair that reads as a fashion choice, sitting quietly while someone he knows is being treated upstairs.
Nothing suspicious about him at all.
The truth could not be more different.
He is using his Water to scan the hospital, tracing the mana signature that matches the snow blanketing the city outside.
He takes a slow sip and lets his eyes drift to the window.
Liam Monfort. He scoffs inwardly. A Monfort turned a city-wide thunderstorm into gentle snow, and he was not even the original summoner. That is more than impressive.
He sets his cup down and sighs.
I am sure the Princess is furious with me. I cannot blame her. She did make a promise on my behalf. But Your Highness, the storm has not ended. It has simply changed form.
He looks around the cafeteria, taking in the people moving through it.
