Asher, Lyra, and the hired hand arrived at the Wargrave Estate under the light of the moon, Asher walked with calm ease as he headed towards the building, but before he could step in, the hired hand spoke, his voice breaking through the silence.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Tenth Sun, but my work is done, and I will be needing to return," the old man spoke, his eyes focused on the ground as though he did not dare meet Asher's gaze, his posture reflecting both respect and caution.
Lyra, who was walking behind Asher, immediately paused, her black eyes snapping towards the hired hand, a faint yet sharp killing intent flashing past them as the man had dared to talk to Asher, her Young Master. The man was not supposed to talk to him, but to her; after all, she was the one who hired him, and he had nothing to do with the Tenth Sun, nor did he possess the standing to address him directly.
