His stern voice reverberated as an echo within the walls of the spacious room, but Xanthus didn't flinch a bit. Keeping a solemn expression with his sheer golden eyes fixated on Valerie, he coldly answered, "I didn't."
"But, he is your personal manservant, right? Shouldn't a servant follow his Master everywhere?" This time, Valerie's dark eyes glowed with a mysterious hint in them as he inquired in a hoarse tone.
Gawking into him, Xanthus coldly walked a few steps ahead toward him before he frigidly answered, "Your Majesty, did you summon me here to talk about this trivial topic?"
Sensing his stiff pitch, a crude smirk sliced the corner of his lips as Valerie paused for a few seconds.
Slowly, he lifted a crystal glass on the table and poured some red wine into it, before he stretched his hand to offer it to Xanthus, "I heard that you had cooped yourself in your chamber, but it's good to see you doing well now. Here, have a drink."
