Honestly following behind, passing through the corridor, descending the stairs, finally arriving at the ground floor of the castle.
When they were about to turn past a wide open double door, entering the guest hall.
Coleman immediately extended his left hand, suspended mid-air.
Mica understood at once and stepped forward, supporting him.
The two of them walked into the guest hall with slow steps.
Coleman's gaze shifted, looking forward, landing on the tall and imposing figure seated on the Duke's throne.
A look of surprise and joy appeared in his eyes.
His tone, which was previously strong and firm, became weak.
"Greetings... Greetings, Your Highness Mitchell."
As he spoke, Coleman quickened his pace towards Mitchell.
Before he even got close, Coleman was ready to bow in salute.
Mitchell hurriedly stood up, stepping down from the throne, gently supporting Coleman.
Mitchell said with concern, "There is no need for formalities, Grand Duke."
