Standing half-concealed in the shadows near the tall wooden coat rack, Eternia didn't say a word.
'Strange…'
The Snakekin bodyguard simply stared at him. She didn't gasp, and she didn't rush forward to offer comfort or ask about his journey.
'This is the Hero, isn't it?'
Eternia wasn't that surprised… honestly she expected it especially since the two of them bore so much resemblance together.
'Now is he dangerous to Master or the household?'
She stood perfectly still as her golden slit-pupils narrowed to thin lines…
She looked at the young man standing on the threshold and found absolutely nothing worth drawing her swords for.
'He isn't…?
She analyzed his broken posture, the micro-tremors shaking his hands, his dragged footsteps, and the total lack of fighting spirit radiating from his core.
His mana signature, which was supposed to be a blinding beacon of holy light, felt like a smothered ember struggling to survive in a vacuum.
