In a palace northeast of the Sky Tower, Fiolet leaned against the window with her arms folded, looking at her husband sitting quietly nearby. She asked, "Do you think Meltis will show any reluctance when she says goodbye to us?"
Iksandor looked up at Fiolet and replied irritably, "She's your daughter. Don't you know her better than anyone?"
"Forget it."
Fiolet shook her head and stopped discussing the matter.
There was no point discussing a question whose answer they already knew.
A few minutes later, Kyle arrived outside the hall under Meltis's guidance.
Seeing the two of them, the two Four-winged Angels pushed open the doors, then stepped back several paces and bowed respectfully.
Inside the palace, Fiolet and Iksandor rose to greet them.
Looking at the two figures more than ten meters away, Meltis immediately stopped and said, "Father, Mother, I have invited Lord Kyle here."
"Go attend to your business."
Upon hearing Fiolet's words, Meltis said her farewells and promptly turned to leave.
Watching his daughter depart without wanting to stay even a minute longer, Iksandor shook his head. He then turned to Kyle, gestured toward a seat, and said, "Lord Kyle, please sit."
Kyle thanked him quietly, then went to a window-side seat and sat down.
Iksandor picked up the wine jug from the table. He poured Kyle a cup first, then one for his wife, and finally one for himself.
"Please."
Kyle picked up the cup, took a sip, and set it down. "Lady Fiolet, Lord Iksandor, may I ask why you wished to meet with me this time?"
"Lord Kyle, we invited you here primarily to ask that you take good care of Meltis." Iksandor did not beat around the bush. "Secondly, we wish to compensate you for our previous discourtesy."
Fiolet took out a