Evianne washed some fruits clean, sliced them, put them in a plate and carried it to the living room to see Zamond.
Strangely enough, he was not in the living room.
She knocked at the study door. Unsurprisingly, Zamond's deep voice came from inside. "Come in."
Evianne pushed the door open and poked her head inside. "Why did you come here? Come out and have some fruits, or would you like me to carry the plate here for you?"
"There's no hurry," Zamond said, beckoning to her. "Come here."
Evianne walked over and had barely reached his desk when he handed a document to her. "Take a look at this."
She took the document, opened it and ran her eyes over it before she raised her head and blinked her eyes. "What's this about?"
Zamond smiled thinly.
Evianne asked, "Are you entrusting Sailore
