The hoofbeats of the Royal Knights faded away into the night, and the manor finally returned to peace. Brand saw the young Earl faintly furrow his brows as he gazed in that direction. The youth turned back to look at him; the bright moonlight poured over that gentle face, carrying a thoughtful expression. With a hint of implication, Delphire asked, "You seem to know them?"
Brand had no intention of candidly discussing his own identity. He pulled back the hood that had been covering his face and gave the other party a mysterious smile, neither confirming nor denying it.
"Hmph." Delphire gave a soft snort. He glanced at the wreckage around him, the house with only its frame still standing. "Anyway, thank you for your help. The Lord of Yan Castle will never go back on his word. But Martha watches every person on the ground from the heavens; I hope you gentlemen will remember your promise."
