The strong wind bellowed Lyon's hair against it. Tears escaped his eyes and passed his gritted teeth. He slowly took a deep breath as he faced the landscape over the broken walls.
"You two, hold on to me, now!" said Lyon as he looked at them with a smile.
The two servants were surprised by their new master call but they noticed dried tears below his eyes, though it was hard to come by from a distance, it was enough from their spot. Why did he smile at a mere servant, a fodder that was destined to be used and threw away? Why did he suppress his emotion to someone beneath him?
They couldn't come up with a single answer before Lyon forcefully pulled their arms as if leaping toward a gate of something they never knew existed. Their ears were filled with the voices of the angry wind as their clothes and hair fluttered against it. They could only open their eyes for a moment before they felt the smarting. However, in that one single moment, an image was already saved to their minds.
