When leaving Father's study, Willis did not look back.
The heavy wooden door slowly closed behind him, yet he had no intention of walking away.
He just stood quietly under the sunlight at the end of the corridor, his gaze slightly solemn as he looked at the sky, pondering what he should do next.
His brother, Pal, stood a few steps away, and the two exchanged a glance, but neither spoke.
Although they shared the same father, they were unfamiliar with each other.
Especially in this vast Calvin Clan.
Many brothers, and factions everywhere.
Willis, however, had no faction or foundation to speak of.
His mother was a common woman, or rather, a maid who caught Father's fancy on a whim.
Beautiful and gentle, but lowly in status.
She received little privilege within the family and was not involved in any family affairs.
Thus, Willis had no maternal siblings, nor much access to family resources. Even at communal meals, he quietly sat in the most inconspicuous seat in the corner.
