The moment Vestor stepped into the pavilion, the atmosphere grew even more tense than before. The Beast King glared at him as though he had committed an unforgivable sin by interrupting his time there.
Vestor gulped.
Once again, he cursed his terrible luck. He had arrived at the worst possible moment. Yet if he hadn't announced his presence, the King might accuse him of neglecting his duties.
So the wise owl swallowed his grievance and conducted himself properly.
"This subordinate greets My King and Mistress Sisi," Vestor said as he knelt.
"Stand," Kael ordered. Vestor obeyed at once. "You're here about the garments, correct?"
"Yes, My King, as per your instruction," Vestor replied. "I've informed the head maid. She should arrive shortly so the Mistress may choose whichever garments she prefers."
"What garments are you referring to, Sir?" Sisi asked with a polite smile.
