Moulin remembers the early days when he was welcomed to the Fraunces Manor. Especially a certain seer who threw a dagger at him at first meet, defensively hiding behind the reason of seeing if Moulin was indeed an ability wielder. The memory was vividly clear within his mind. Countless interactions flashed the moment Moulin met the eyes of the seer. And it all began to solidify his familiarity with the man wearing glasses.
It was Colahn, his family's Seer.
Moulin blinked in surprise. Eight years have passed, the person should have forgotten Moulin, for he was already presumed to have perished the day the Fraunces estate fell. For Moulin, who had just slept throughout those eight years, the past was still evident in his mind as if everything that had transpired had just occurred yesterday. However, it wasn't the same for those people whom he had left behind.
Emlen noticed his younger brother's stare, and his eyes widened. "Ah!"
