Viscount Perhorn's Estate
Dungeon City Osto
Hobha
March 21st
Year 1052
The cool night breeze whistled softly, blowing lightly through a head of short black hair, as the owner stared at the deep clear blue sky, illuminated with the light of stars.
Looking at the moonlight reflected on the windows of the mansion's annex buildings, Evan recalled the day's activities in his mind with a sigh.
'The empress, huh?
I bet she wasn't the only one who was there. The weight of the restrictions I felt at the time were too heavy for it to have been just one person, and a master-level existence at that.
I'd believe it if it was a grandmaster level exi-!'
His thoughts abruptly came to a halt as the realization dawned upon him. The boy had felt something was wrong with the time his words were censored when he was speaking to Laurene, and although the girl said that her mother just entered, Evan felt otherwise.
'The sound of the door opening, came 'after' the static, not before or during.