The following afternoon, the sun was setting, and the afterglow streamed through the window onto Velin's face.
A few minutes later, Velin's fingers twitched. He turned over and reached to the side, feeling only a chill.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sunset beyond the window, his pupils still clouded with the haze of waking.
"It's already this late." Velin slowly sat up, the thin blanket slipping down to reveal his well-defined upper body. "I wonder whether Yalin Olon has woken up yet."
He got out of bed and looked at the neatly hung black formal attire on the coat rack beside it. With a thought, the outfit floated into the air as though held up by invisible hands.
The attire unfolded and began dressing him automatically. Every button fastened itself into place, and every crease naturally smoothed out.
In barely a minute, he had finished putting on the not overly elaborate formal attire.
Once dressed, Velin stood before the full-length mirror and adjusted his collar. The gemstone cufflinks at his sleeves glimmered discreetly in the twilight.
He could not say that he liked this sort of formal attire.
However, he had some official matters to discuss with Yalin Olon today, so he still needed to dress more formally.
When he came to the door and opened it, he found Hilda standing outside.
"Good afternoon, Master."
The moment the door opened, Hilda naturally placed her hands below her abdomen, bowed, and greeted him respectfully.
After gesturing for Hilda to rise, Velin asked, "How long have you been standing here?"
Hilda did not conceal anything and answered truthfully, "Three minutes."
"So precise?" A trace of surprise flashed across Velin's face, and he could not help asking.
Seeing this, Hilda hurriedly explained, "Master, the Matriarch instructed me to come