The night was deep.
Colin strolled alone down the long corridor of Swan Castle, occasionally passing a few patrolling guards.
Upon seeing Colin, the guards all stopped to pay their respects, his distracted nods were all the responses they received.
Having just returned from the church, Colin was still (mulling over)/(thinking about) the conversation he had had with Prince Lexie in the confessional.
In particular, the possibility that Mr. Ji might still be alive made Colin feel an irresistible sense of oppression.
Although, Colin soon shrugged and laughed at himself, he thought he was being overly anxious.
After all, Mr. Ji might or might not be alive, even if it was true, he had Prince Lexie in front of him, so Colin didn't need to worry about facing this formidable opponent himself.
Thinking this, Colin's steps became much easier.
The air also seemed to become sweeter.
What?
It's not just a feeling; there really was a sweet fragrance wafting through the air.
