Lyon closed the door and entered his temporary abode. The dead body was still there and the servants still obediently waiting outside.
The dead man tells no tales, there was no way of extracting memory from a corpse. He let out a sigh before he muttered a spell and a magic brand encapsulated the corpse. The entire figure slowly disintegrated into bits of light until there was no trace of it anymore.
"You two, come inside," said Lyon as he sat cross-legged.
The servants slowly opened the door before entering the room with their heads hung down. Their body was slightly nervous and their voice stuttered.
"Y-yes, master?" said the servants.
"Don't look down, look at me, I want to see your faces as you will see mine," said Lyon.
The two servants had their body shook, their master never allowed them to give their face before. They immediately kowtowed and said, "We are sorry master! Please don't kill us!"
