Now that the baron's mansion had been repaired and the corpses had been buried, everyone was congregating in the lobby as if it were a normal afternoon for a cup of tea.
"Why won't you let your mother rest well at the back house rather than lay her there on the floor?" Fetahaya asked Luther, who was obviously not letting his guard down even for a second.
Although the building was rebuilt, the furniture and other things inside the mansion were all burned and gone.
The mansion became empty, and the group only sat on the floor or leant on the walls.
Luther, who can't escape the place because they are in the middle of the sea, nor leave his mother alone, has been using his wind to shield him and his mother away from danger. He can not trust anyone anymore. He was wary of everyone, including Lucas.
"Don't mind me. Why don't you tell me now who you are all?" He looked around and stared at every person in the room, one by one.
