Chapter Ninety-Five

I knew that face, those bright blue eyes that shone like two pair of glass globes put against the sunny sky, that smooth white skin and slim tall body, and the blond hair that gets brighter at the tips, falling in small waves as if they were threads of gold.

 And it takes me only a few seconds to remember where I remember him from.

The castle, the party, when I was still acting as a servant and serving the nobles; déjà vu on that part, ironically.

What was his name again…?

I forget that line of thought once he opens his bright plump lips to speak in a soft voice:

"My name is Cain, your humble guide, and I'm delighted to finally meet you all." He says while intertwining his fingers at his front around the wooden cable of the big brush, a soft smile playing on his lips and curving his bright eyes in crescent moons.