"Young master…"
Deklan glanced at Marsha across from him and raised a brow.
"Sup?"
"Are you going to continue staying in your hut?"
"Oh? Aren't you becoming too bold now? Are you suggesting that I should stay here close to you?"
"What—?" Marsha blinked, her face flushing crimson again as she waved both hands frantically. "That is not what I meant, young master! I'd never suggest something like that! I was only asking if you are planning to return to your family."
"My family?" Deklan bites a big piece from the loaf, filling his mouth. "Why do you ask?"
"You've become an Exorcist, so I'm sure your family will accept you again," Marsha answered.
And for a second, Deklan found it plausible.
Based on the previous Deklan's memory, he was exiled because he was trash with no talent, and also because of something bad that he did. I can't really remember what he did, but it must be really, really bad.
Deklan recalled the Marquis' face that was twisted in unbridled anger.
