The night was completely dark. Bard sat on the balcony of his room, gazing at the starry night sky.
The candlelight passed through from behind him inside the room, shining on the expensive glass cup in his hands.
The clear yellow fruit wine reflected mouthwateringly beautiful rays of light, but the wine cup trembled incessantly, causing the wine to ripple.
Bard's hand was still trembling.
The contemplative smiles Roland and the two other Golden Sons had worn still surfaced before his eyes now.
"We know that there are still a lot of good nobles, for example, someone like you, Mr. Bard."
These words kept appearing inside his mind.
Now he understood why Roland and the other two Golden Sons smiled in that way!
That was the kind of smile one revealed when they saw prey, an easy mark.
Prey!
An easy mark!
