Chapter 53
"Welcome, Mage Grey!" Cedric said, his voice warm, his smile broad.
"Cut the pleasantries. Let's get straight to the point," Grey responded sharply, his tone laced with annoyance. "My time is valuable. What do you want?"
"Hahaha! You certainly have a bold spirit," Cedric chuckled, just as a loud knock echoed from the door. He glanced over his shoulder.
"Who's there?" Cedric called.
"Dad! It's me!" a melodic, feminine voice rang out.
"Oh, Charlotte, come in," Cedric beckoned.
The door swung open, and a young woman stepped in—her long purple hair flowing behind her like a silken veil. Her dress, a flowing gown of rich violet, clung elegantly to her figure, and her lips were painted in the same hue.
Her fair skin seemed to glow in the light, flawless and radiant. With every step, she moved with a grace that commanded attention, as if the very ground beneath her feet had to bow in reverence.
