|| Chapter 71 || This Lord Returns The Comfort

Footfalls cruelly heavy on the stone ground as the pair of brothers walked. Not too fast nor too slow. The locking grip on his shoulders was right. As if the older brother was scared of even leaving a hint of redness on his brother's skin.

Emlen Fraunces was goddamn worried. Earlier, he had seen the hazy and blank look of his brother's dazzling silver eyes. It was easy to spot him for his little brother's head of white hair was particularly eye-catching. As he arrived at the scene, he saw his dear brother with dead unmoving eyes. Strangely an expression he had never seen Moulin wear.

Was he shocked? Terrified? Perhaps both? The unrest inside his chest was surging.