"Did you hear? They are both dead!"
"Ah, there are riots in Mopia. Now that they don't have a Boliarin…"
"That Roberts! Not only did he let our most esteemed Karl Lambert face off against the wretch alone, but…"
"Ah, yes, the barrier. I saw it. My great-great aunt was there. I speak the truth!"
Edwin let the idle chatter pass by him as he drove the carriage. Luciano was inside this time. He felt like the child shouldn't be subjected to glares so early in the morning.
Or at all.
People send him dirty looks. The mayor had made an announcement that he was leaving and that his actions had been sanctioned by the crown.
But now the relatives of these people were going to forever remain a part of a barrier. No one was happy about this, not even Edwin.
He had tried to untangle the spirits, but found he was unable to do it. Now, with both Lambert and the Stormcrow out of the picture, there was no one that could teach him.
