As the cool breeze brushed past them, Moulin's distant eyes looked at the man more deeply. He never failed to sense the pride and arrogance in the man's face. Despite this, sincerity dripped from the beastman's words. Before, Moulin previously thought it was him who stepped out of line. Yes. Unquestionably, he was also at fault.
It was childish of him to be so insensitive and high-tempered. Even after his rebirth, it seemed as though he never grew from his temper. He ought to try and change this trait of his.
"I..." Moulin furrowed his brows, "I also apologize. I was quite rude..."
He tried to say the next words but his mouth denied him and made him mumble out the rest. A sigh escaped the youth's lips, drowned out by the wind's gentle caress.