The next day.
[Knowledge Emporium – Secret Information Room]
The air in the hidden chamber was thick with unspoken words.
Two moon elves sat across from each other at the polished oak table—one young and restless, the other detached and composed. Between them, a small blue bird perched quietly, its usual chirpiness absent.
Nolan fidgeted, his fingers tapping against the table. The silence was unbearable.
Finally, he blurted out—
"Brother… are you going to be the manager now?"
Emory's gaze snapped to him, sharp as a blade.
Nolan flinched, immediately backtracking. "D-Don't misunderstand, brother! I-I just wanted to know, that's all!" He swallowed hard. "Now that the human is dead, someone has to take the job, right? If you don't want to, then I—"
"Nolan."
A single word.
Nolan's mouth clamped shut.
His brother was angry.
Again.
