Ronin understood now what the Headmaster saw when he touched Vesuvius' hand.
Locking eyes with his father, he then said:
"Alright. I do not want any more trouble during supper, so I will no longer annoy you, Father. There would be no more busking nor persuading you to let me travel to Scirocco."
Duke Taevas scoffed and let him go. "Good."
"However, I do have one question...." Ronin returned to his seat with a devilish expression.
"Who is Muld?"
At the mention of this name, Duke Taevas froze as if he was struck by lightning.
(How.....)
"Er... What Muld, Brother?" Donna asked him.
Duke Taevas did not speak for a while, looking at the mess he had made on the table, and not meeting Ronin's eyes.
To hear that name once more, after all this years....
That name had been long dead, and in its death, shall not be spoken of.
And yet it was being used as a bargaining piece, by this cruel and conniving son of his.
