The sun shined brightly as the skies were cloudless. A youth's steps were soft yet strong. His braided silver hair swayed behind his back and for a moment he wanted to cut it due to annoyance.
Minutes passed and he found himself before the tall arched entrance of the 'City of Gold', the Leonile Headquarters in Azuran. He shook his head as he continued.
He knew it wouldn't go well. That his brothers, as protective as they were, would never allow it. Hadn't he already proved himself so many times? Where did all that realization go? It wouldn't just vanish and be forgotten just like that! Moulin felt a sense of anger. Until now, do they still look at me as if I'm still a child? I kill people before their eyes, was it not enough?
"Moulin!"
