Departure

The weather had been so warm in recent days, the air was so velvety on the skin. The clouds drifted by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping the eyes to appreciate the blue sky all the more.

Men swarming in the parlor made a murmuring noise. Marvel and Gilbert walked through the main stairs and after noticing the sound of their footsteps, everyone in the house became a silent audience.

Marvel halted by the last stair, meeting the gazes of his people. He hadn't said anything yet, but those men had already made a serious face since they spotted their boss had a knee-length black coat above his usual black suit.

"Aren't you going to send me off? What's with the gloomy atmosphere?"

When Marvel spoke with a smiling face, his people reacted positively; some were sighing in relief, and some were softly laughing with him to melt the dense air.