Far away from the academy, on the edge of Karyal City, two figures stood atop a building.
The wind carried the distant sounds of the bustling streets below. Up here, there was only silence.
One was a boy with silver hair and crimson eyes. Lucian Vayne.
The other was Kira Crimson, her brown hair tied back, her blue eyes fixed on the horizon.
As both former academy students gazed at the busy crowds below, Luke turned his head slightly and said,
"Kira Crimson, do you wish to become my wing and my will?"
Kira shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"It's been more than ten times you've asked that question, you know. And I've said I am willing."
Luke's expression did not change.
"You aren't sincere enough."
Kira took a deep breath, her smile fading. She straightened her posture and spoke clearly,
"Fine."
"I, Kira Crimson, am willing to become Sir Lucian Vayne's wing and will."
She paused and asked,
"Was that good enough?"
Luke nodded and asked,
