The sun was slowly starting to set off on Okhema as the evening was starting. Mydei was sitting at the terrace of a small restaurant, a pomegranate juice in his hand. He was clearly waiting for someone judging by the look of impatience on his face.

It has been an half-hour that Phainon should have join him. But Mydeimos was still waiting alone like an idiot. It pissed him off, mostly because the other was the one who insisted for them to meet there. The prince was starting to think that the Chrysos Heir had fooled him. As he thought of maybe leaving, the white haired showed up, clearly in a hurry.

"Finally ! Where were you ? You're more than 30 minutes late, deliverer." the blonde said as he raised a brow and looked up at the man who was catching his breath.

"You force me to stop my daily training earlier than usual so we can meet and you're late. If I knew, I would have stayed at the training yard." he then added, crossing his arms.

He was still annoyed so Phainon should have a good excuse. Mydei hates when people are late, even more for dumb reasons.