"Why aren't you going to sleep?"
Justice turns his head to the owner of the voice. It was Xavier, and Vale also came from behind with him. It was late at night; the troops were sleeping and the three gentlemen prefer to sit around in Justice's room.
"Why are you coming to my room?" Said Justice, back to Xavier.
Xavier added more firewood to the fireplace and then sat on the floor in front of the cozy fireplace. "I gave my room to my subordinates, plus four huntsman."
"And you? What's your excuse?" Justice asked the Magi captain, who was now getting cozy on the sofa.
"Brom and Martin, what else can I say?" Vale gruntled and took the blanket. He tried to get comfortable and sleep on the sofa.
"I wonder where Anne and Henry are right now." Justice was muttering, while his hand holding onto his aggrus glass.
