Versailles: French architectural magnificence. Day now understood why the foreign tourists who came to the pub told him about it. The more he paced the disproportionately large hallways with Foud, the more he felt as though he was cut off from the world, to be in another era. Sometimes the young man would take the time to stop in front of a mirror and look at himself. He loved these clothes so much, the corset highlighted his body that he constantly hid. These clothes helped him have confidence in him, but he wished so much that Nyx saw it that way. The Grand Master Louis had told him that his friends were in another wing of the castle, a wing to which he was not allowed to enter. Neither he nor Foud.
"I'm fed up!" annoyed the lightning god suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts as he looked at himself in a mirror.
"About what?"
"From constantly walking in the same places, I want to see something else from the castle!"
