s though he'd been away for years. It was the space the Magistrate provided for him, but something was off. The recognition they were about to give him for his hard work translating the ancien

to visit the triplets Lia, Mia, and Kasen at their school, and then have lunch with Willow and her husband, Crown Prince Zearik. The entire day was planned, an

ng man from a distant land, stood before him. His deep green hair was cut to his shoulders and laired but one piece braided at the front, the single braid falling down to his thighs. His eyes w

exuality. In fact, the Magistrate had been polite, even cordial. Julius couldn't comprehend it. They always ensured that anyone who worked with him knew the full extent of their dist

soft yet confident. "Master Julius, it is an honor to b

was wrong, terrible wrong, but the world around hi

e words felt clumsy on his tongue. His mind was still processing the od

he began casually, "yeah, they tried telling me all about it. But where I come from, it's accepted, an

spun in a chaotic whirlwind. Should I flirt back? Quick,

overtime to come up with something-anything-that could resemble a re

od taste?" Julius blurted, instantly regrettin

sy, melodic sound. "E

ely no idea what he was doing. Why is this so

like someone without a care in the world, yet there was a certain intensity in the way he spoke, particularly when the conversation

urn, Tynan mentioned something tha

Zearik and your sister Willow visited my homeland, they spoke very highly of you. They were praising your skills as

The idea that Zearik and Willow had spoken about him, positively no less, in a foreign land made hi

offer to be his head mage and advisor. He said no one else compares

That's... kind of them to say. But I always thought Zearik only offered that position

couldn't handle it. He sees your skill. Trust me, people notice talent, especially someone like him." He gave J