Viscount Luke sat inside his lounge, his eyes on the knight that trained outside his window and a glass of wine in his hand. He swirled it around before taking a sip, then slowly moved it away from his mouth.
"Shadow, you ended up failing to kill the target," he stated, no emotion in his voice; it was flat.
A figure walked up from behind, Shadow. She got to the chair and sat down as well, throwing her head back and crossing her legs. "I never expected that there would be someone like that there," she stated.
"I still find it hard to believe that the kid was with someone that had enough strength to take you down. Had it not been for your special state, you would have died by now. The wound was extremely grotesque and massive," Viscount Luke said. He took a sip of his wine. "You were almost cut into two halves." He then leaned back into his chair, finished what was left of the wine, and placed the glass on the table.
