A warm cup of coffee sat on the table, steam curling into the quiet air. Ruth picked it up slowly, took a sip, and stared out the window with a distant look in his eyes.
His other arm taped onto the armrest as he pondered about a certain thing, no, a certain someone who had been missing recently.
After a certain amount of time, he opened his lips.
"Any news of the rascal?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with something unreadable, casting a brief glance at Rami.
The butler shook his head solemnly. "Till now, there hadn't been any news," Rami replied, his eyes catching a faint flicker from the ring on Ruth's hand—an artifact tied to Kael's life force.
That flicker meant Kael was still alive somewhere out there and sighed heavily.
"…What a hassle?!"
After a moment's hesitation, Rami asked quietly, "Are you worried about him, My Lord?"
Ruth, just about to sip his coffee again, froze mid-motion and stared coldly at Rami.
"Worried?" he repeated with a slight frown
