The arrangements for resettling and reorganizing the Albinaurics finally took on a rough framework, driven forward by Messmer and Uriel, who were run off their feet.
Meanwhile, Albinauric Village beneath the Moonlight Altar began receiving farming tools and seeds, and started planning the construction of its settlement.
Horace left these practical matters entirely to his subordinates. His thoughts were already wholly focused on the approaching journey underground.
Three days later, Horace arrived west of Caria Manor as promised.
This place was known as the Three Sisters True Magic Sorcerer's Tower.
Rellana was already waiting at the Royal Moongazing Grounds.
Today, she wore a dark blue hunting outfit that allowed easy movement, her long hair tied neatly behind her head.
When she saw Horace, her expression showed nothing unusual, but her gaze lingered a moment longer on the dark red hair at his temples.
"My sister is inside," she said briefly, stepping aside to let him pass.
Queen Rennala was up in a True Magic Sorcerer's Tower. Horace took the lift to the highest floor.
Hearing his footsteps, Rennala turned around.
She was not wearing formal court attire today, but a simple dark purple robe. She held a small, old wooden box and a tied roll of parchment.
"Are you ready?" she asked without pleasantries.
Horace nodded. "Thank you for making the arrangements, Your Majesty."
Rennala handed him the parchment and wooden box. "The letter contains my introduction in my capacity as Queen of Caria. Though a long time has passed, I hope those ancient ones still honor our friendship. This crest is an old possession I dug out. Perhaps it can prove that you mean no harm."
Horace accepted them solemnly, fastened the crest to his chest, and carefully put away the parchment.
Rennala said no more. Her hands traced