Mindis's Morning (Part Two)

Kay entered the elegantly decorated room and, sure enough, found its owner behind a desk piled high with countless papers and documents.

The man sat quietly, gently, and peacefully behind the desk in understated yet proper attire, silently reading through a book amid the rustling sounds of turning pages and writing.

Kay bounded over to the broad desk in two or three steps, found an empty spot on its surface, and threw himself backward onto it, sitting down in an extremely undignified manner.

He blinked and grinned as he watched the room's owner sigh, set down his pen, and glance at him. The man helplessly shook his head before lowering it again and returning to his battle with the books.

Kay raised his eyebrows in response.

Here, he had nothing to worry about.

Here, he did not need to be cautious.

Because the person sitting there...

was his most kind and amiable elder brother, the King.

Kay turned his head and was surprised to find a bottle of wine and several glasses beside the desk, which was piled as high as a mountain with paperwork. Judging by its appearance, it was a famous vintage from the Serra Duchy.

"I remember you don't like drinking."

Kay grabbed the bottle without the slightest courtesy and asked directly.

There was no need for pleasantries between them, no need for greetings, and even less need for meaningless formalities.

Because for a very, very long time, this place had been his refuge, his harbor from the storm, and his shelter.

It was his last—and true—"home" in Everstar City.

Especially so after his mother passed away.

"But Horace and Hyman like it," his elder brother said without looking up. His voice was as pleasant as ever. Though it was not as melodious and alluring as Hyman's,