"I need to appear whole so they don't come... Lets hope they don't feel like testing their luck until I really recover… It seems I wasn't the only one trying to get stronger."
Arturo immediately understood the implications and decided to take him to the castle where Victor was being attended by the best available healers.
"I don't need healing," Dragarion protested while they flew. "I'm not sick or injured, just fatigue from the 'long journey'. Nothing that some rest, drink, and good food can't fix."
The protest was casual but telling, someone accustomed to solving problems through overwhelming force now reduced to hoping rest and nutrition would be sufficient to face the challenges ahead.
But when they arrived in a few minutes and were ready to enter, Victor waited at the castle's main entrance, clearly having sensed the moment of their arrival in the mana they emanated.
There the eldest son did reproach him for everything Arturo had decided to keep to himself.
