Unbeknownst to the child, these details are concealed within his older brother's involute convictions. Hence, now, Dioclecià walked hurriedly once again, joyfully holding hope in a corner of his mind to fortuitously cross paths again with his older Brother.
'I wonder if he will be paying hospitality to the Guest Lady... It's the first time he personally invites someone, therefore... Brother Zeleskiaz must also think highly of the pretty Lady...'
His path was long, yet, in eagerness to meet his Brother, the innocent child would make it longer, roaming through the intrinsic hallways that lengthened his arrival at the respective study room.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
"!!"
Suddenly listening closing steps, Dioclecià lightened up, looking expectant at the intersecting hall ahead of him, to know if it was indeed the one he was walking long distances in search of.
'I-Is it Brother Zeleskiaz??... He doesn't usually make noise...'
