If Athan could curse aloud and as much as he could, then he would've done it a long time ago; however, this wasn't an excellent place to do so.
He couldn't help but recall what Mystique mentioned about the fair warning as he just took it on a lighter note—in good faith, he wanted to laugh thinking about it literally.
In the hallway, with arrays of portraits and armor statues for the passersby to be in awe, he sauntered and followed closely from the head butler's enthusiastic responses.
It always bored him to listen to the prosperity and the long history of the Edelweiss that carved deep within the manor. For so long, he already knew them. However, there was someone that caught his attention.
By the end of the hallway was another man with a cape in white-and gradients, fluttering and his white leather boots that strode against the sheen ceramic floor. The voluminous cobalt hair had a low ponytail, which only had his long fringes reached by the chest.
