always struggles to find even a little time to rest. He's always busy. But as long as I'm in Atlantis, I'll try to provide him with at least a little entertainment.
-You're right, my dear. - Fiora echoed the elf. - Darius can never find the time to meet with anyone. I have to personally invite him to get him to show up.
-I doubt there is a single person who would turn down an invitation from you, my dear.- Matheo looked at his wife tenderly.
-Indeed, Fiora, you are extremely persuasive.- Darius smiled at the dwarf.
-Although now you'll have no choice but to control your workaholism.- Gizel started talking again as soon as the general took a breath to speak. - You have to take care of Draco's education. Besides, in addition to studying, you have to spend time with your student. - The elf's tone changed, and now she sounded like a teacher lecturing a naughty student. - You, Draco, also have to make sure that Darius takes care of himself. - She playfully wagged her finger at the dragon.- Although in that regard, I have no doubt that you will succeed.
-Certainly. I think that with the additional support of Oscar, Captain Forth, and everyone at Ed'heere, I can handle it.- Draco smiled radiantly at his master, who squeezed his arm tighter in response.
-Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure Darius doesn't forget about it either,- announced the dwarf, and it was hard to tell whether it was her or Gizel who would be more insistent.
-General Leigher!- someone called out from the side. Draco turned and saw a short, corpulent man with receding hair cutting through the crowd towards them. A broad smile was plastered across his chubby face, and his earthy eyes sparkled with something the dragon couldn't name. He was dressed in blood-red trousers and a matching waistcoat embroidered with purple thread in fancy patterns. His purple shirt was adorned with a crimson scarf. On his shoulder he wore a coat of arms depicting a knight and a griffin with their backs
