|| Chapter 84 || Third Young Master Wants To Claw On A Bastard’s Face
A few days passed and the morns were never as bright as it was this day. It was no longer surprising to find most hallways of the manorial empty. A people walked by they remembered the morning talks they shared with their close ones who were away, either partaking on a mission that would last for months or transferring to the other manorial in Azuran for reassurance from the loneliness within the Leonile manor. It was comforting for them to be surrounded by more people.
"It sure is quiet here..." Jagra spoke as he walked in the hallways with Moulin and Ghana. Their heels clicked on the floor with their backs straightened as they walked, one of the results of Tessley's discipline. It was already days before their departure to Meian country and they were getting busier and anxious as they began to pack their belongings.
They all walked through the outdoor hallways of the manorial's entrance. The entrance door closed shy behind them.