With that thought in mind, Fell followed the wandering Wind as he saw him quit the courtyard and delve deeper into the noble's mansion. Although he wasn't afraid for the young official as the man had ample resources to get out of any situation, he still felt that he was an easy target in case of retaliation.
"He didn't go easy on them, and now he's already back at his weird quirks…", shrugged Fell while looking at Wind, who was running at the tails of pure maidens. His eyes were glowing with luminescent charms—clearly a use of his soul cultivation—and had already washed away the scummy portrait he was always wearing.
His knight in white's act left him with a feeling of not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and he couldn't help but fathom how shameless his acts were.