A letter?
Alaric calmly opened the letter.
He skipped the first few lines of pleasantries and went straight to the real message.
Upon reading the message, he let out a chuckle.
It seems like the Astanian Emperor is getting impatient.
With an indifferent tone, he instructed the messenger. "Write me a letter and send it to the Astanian Emperor."
Hearing this, the messenger quickly took out a brush and a piece of parchment. He then looked at Alaric as if waiting for him to dictate what to write in the letter.
"Tell him that I will head to the Enchanted Woodlands as planned after my child is born. In the meantime, he must prepare for our journey…" Alaric dictated.
Yskaela was already six months pregnant. In a few more months, she would give birth to his children, a pair of twins.
He didn't expect to become a father of two so soon. The thought of it filled him with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.
