“Dear Lord, please have mercy on me,” Cyrus, who was shuffling in the corridor, paused as he looked at the open sky, miserably.
After staying awake all night and working for the emperor, the Royal wizard realized one thing - he was dead tired. With every slow step, he felt like death warmed over him. He could feel his energy was draining out and his legs felt heavy. To take some rest, he decided to stand in the corridor. Putting his hands on the railing, he looked outside. His lips curled into a gentle smile as the soft breeze caressed his face.
It doesn't feel that bad. Cyrus thought, enjoying the pleasant weather.
Suddenly, he squinted his eyes as he saw something strange. His brows knitted into a deep frown as soon as he realized that the archduke, August Griffin was pulling a pra
