The bell jingles as Tessley played with it between her fingers. Disinterest filled her amber eyes as she gazed at Moulin.
A crease appeared in between Moulin's forehead. He thought deeply. What was her relationship with Alsander Vernallia? A close cousin? A sibling? Alsander grow sullen knowing Moulin would probably beat her until she couldn't get up? Probably.
Moulin could not bear to hurt a friend like Alsander no matter how much of a chatter he is. His mouth was always spouting about his studies about Rafelon. Thinking of Alsander made Moulin recall the day when the voice spoke to him.
Moulin shook his head. He needed to finish this little fight as soon as possible if he wanted to get things done quickly.
The Hercullian Lord raised a corner of his lips as he scrutinized Moulin's expression. Looking at his expression, Hadrian could guess the youth wanted to end the match quickly. Impatience was clouding his silvery eyes.
