Lyon stood on the chariot that felt like a home he never had before. He brooded over the people that were kneeling to him with sincerity. What kind of power did he have at the time? The question loomed over his mind before he willed the Tetragram Chariot to pick up Tuey from the crowd.
The chariot came whooshing above everyone's head before Lyon picked up Tuey by the forehead and let her stood beside him.
"Aw, aw, aw, please be gentle next time older brother! That's not how you pick up a lady you know," muttered Tuey as she felt the dinging sensation in her head.
Lyon smirked as he crossed his arms, "Oh, a lady you say? I thought you were a—"
"Shh! Stop it, I know what you are going to say!" pouted Tuey as she put a finger on Lyon's lips. Lyon close half of his eyes as he hummed, "Hmmm..?"
Tuey's cheek had a hint of red hue as she opened her eyes slightly wider.
