The warmth of brotherhood, despite the years apart, had never diminished. It was like an unending river that flowed regardless of time and space, silently yet slowly trickling on this snowy night.
"The reconstruction of the manor can begin once Eulica awakens," Lyon gazed at the castle below that had not been cleared for a long time and was now covered with a large expanse of moss: "If left for a while longer, it would look like a haunted house."
"That's good— it's been a while since any renovation, and when the time comes, Mana can re-plan..." Lyon started but suddenly halted, his gaze growing dim: "I almost forgot, Head Maid Mana has already... No matter, there's always a way."
Lyon smiled at Angel, seemingly trying to cover the other emotions that he inadvertently revealed.