"Where is he?!"
Finding himself back into the main hall of the Mayor's manor, Lucas scanned the area for the slender, elder man, calling out for an answer.
"..W-who?"
"Father Karl."
Answering the question of the frightened, trembling mother who held her child close to her, Anna spoke softly, holding a smile to calm the woman.
Even if she's trying her best to hide it, I can see it clear as day--she's hurting inside. I'm going to give that old bastard his comeuppance, Lucas thought.
"He left to the head chamber a few minutes ago...What was that tremor? Was there an earthquake?...Or was it them?"
A man with soft, brown hair approached Lucas and Anna to give them the answer they sought, fiddling with his beige tunic as he looked sickly with his sunken cheeks and dark bags under his eyes.
"Don't worry! Everything is fine!"
