“No, not far at all. I can get them there, no problem.”

He was only at the end of the hall, which made things easier. It shouldn’t take too long to finish that stuff up (dinner was a quiet affair these days), and it wasn’t as though he would be in a rush to meet anyone after that. Ojou hadn’t gotten in contact with him, so Ren figured she was doing her own thing again.

Waving his hand dismissively, the servant smiled. “It’s okay, it’s my pleasure.” He had no need to add his name to the list of people expecting a weapon from these… alchemists, no matter the circumstances. It wasn’t in him to use one, not after being one.