We set out for the journey to the city at the earliest dawn the following day. Lugard Helios insisted on riding his horse despite his new stitches. He sat tall on the saddles, his hair well slicked into a man bun with beards neatly combed and tamed. He had his shoulders in a straight line as though he was a Commander leading an army to victory.
Not even the Lord could talk him out of riding a horse with new stitches. He was a man who couldn't easily be influenced by people's thoughts and opinions; a little alike with Milan Archer. The more I get to keep my eyes on the man, the more I felt fascinated by his prideful and pompous demeanor.
Ever since the time he woke up, he hadn't said a word to me about what had happened between us. Even when I shoved my pride aside and apologized for my r
