Gin Burtenshaw followed Lance Hua's every movement with his eyes like an eagle scouting its prey. Chiaki followed Gin following Lance like in a crazy game of stalking. In a more private setting, the lad might have hurtled his Tadasu towards Lance's chest.
The lord he wished to burn a hole on the head just by his gaze sauntered to the centre stage, his aura was brilliant and steps haughty. It was as though watching a maestro about to perform his masterpiece creation. All eyes on him, he dismissed them like not noticing the dust on the soles of his boots.
