Lumina was at the mercy of the figure that carried her but her thought was curious about the expression the man shown to an empty sky. She opened her mouth before the sound of a neighing horse came from the main road.
Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before he turned his head against the noise. A pair of white horses were dragging a luxurious carriage forward with the lead from its driver. The driver was a middle-aged man with the clothes of that of a butler from high noble.
The driver furrowed his eyebrows as he took a glance at the two, unkempt looks. He had never seen such ridiculous behavior from the lower class that couldn't possibly be any lower. They were homeless to the point of not having any clothes on them.
"Miss, please close the curtain! There is something unsightly at the side of the road."
The half driver half butler said with a hint of contempt and irritation that made Lyon raised one of his eyebrows.
"What's wrong? What's out there?"
