Father and Uncle Arrives
Lyle looked at the three men. He didn't say a word but his heart was beating so fast.
He looked at the looming gate of the mansion before him. No one had even come out to check out the ruckus? Did something happen at home?
He peered closely at the three men without fear. He received his spiritual essence and took out a blade from his storage ring. He did not speak, only holding the blade with one hand.
Dion 4 looked at the handsome youth. His clothes were bloodied and he looked like he had been through a rough fight. He was three small stages below him. Yet, just standing there, this youth was like a treasure blade unsheathed from its scabbard: sharp and bloodthirsty. Dion 4 sneered.
"Lyle Morgan, you are suspected of the murder of a fellow clan member, Cine Morgan. Raising your blade against us, Are you attempting to rebel?" The man's voice was still sharp but there was an apparent disdain in his face.