Whoosh!
A surge of black light and smoke suddenly burst forth in front of Nolan.
Moments later, the figures of Arnold and Malverna emerged from within—each wearing a starkly different expression.
Arnold smiled and bowed respectfully, while Malverna crossed her arms and let out an irritated grunt, her gaze sharp and cold.
"Welcome, my Lord. Did you have a pleasant journey?" Arnold asked politely.
"Quite pleasant," Nolan replied, stretching his stiff body before taking a sip of the tea Elina had prepared—still warm and fragrant.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he continued, "By the way, thanks for your help yesterday, Arnold. Without you, things might've gotten a bit tricky."
"Pfft! No need to thank me, my Lord. Helping you is part of the job," Arnold replied with a chuckle and a casual wave.
Nolan nodded in approval, then turned to Malverna. "Oh, right—Malverna, this is Arnold, my most loyal subordinate."
