[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
Robert's eyes immediately fell upon the crumpled figure lying several paces beyond the church entrance.
It was one of the Heart Kingdom soldiers.
More specifically, it was the loudest of the three men who had visited the church earlier—the one who had spoken with the most confidence and the least restraint. That confidence had disappeared entirely. His body was twisted awkwardly against the stone floor, his jaw visibly knocked out of place while his eyes had rolled halfway into the back of his head. He was breathing, though only just, completely insensible.
Robert let out a slow breath.
"This church really does seem to have an uncanny talent for attracting trouble," he murmured, the words carrying more weary amusement than surprise.
As he turned toward Mikoto, intending to gauge the boy's reaction, he paused.
Sometime between one heartbeat and the next, Mikoto had already changed.
The loose white shirt was gone.
