Watching his grandfather and Orlando's retreating figures, Caelan's face was filled with question marks.
Seriously—everything had been perfectly fine just a moment ago, so why had the two of them suddenly become "unwell"?
And with their current level of strength, getting sick should have been practically impossible, right?
Still, after a moment's thought, Caelan gave up trying to make sense of it.
There was no point overthinking it.
But he still shouted toward their backs,
"Grandfather! Orlando! I need the assembly materials for the Runic Array—remember to send someone over with them!"
Hearing the request, the two old men immediately waved back at him.
"Don't worry! We'll have someone deliver them!"
…
It had to be said, his grandfather and the others were astonishingly efficient.
Only a few minutes later, his lazy cousin came over with an extremely unwilling look on her face.
