It was already late at night. The moon hung high in the sky, basking Gabriel and the Holy Priestess of Summoning in its moonlight as the two youngsters walked together.
The explosive news about the return of an heir from the Arecia Clan had already reached most parts of the City. Even though most of the people should've been sleeping at a time like this, the news kept them up and discussing the future of the City and the past where they falsely blamed the Arecia Clan.
Everyone who heard about the story felt back about the past, believing that they had been fooled. The story spread from one person to another, and in their guilt, each person kept adding something to the story to make Gabriel sound like a literal god who was the kindest soul on earth.
