Stanley stayed outside the mansion, hopeful that the mayor inside would heal his brother. No, he was confident he would do so.
After all, his brother was the next mayor in line.
The rain drowned out every other thought he had, except for one that should have died already, but had yet again been rekindled.
Revenge.
He was going to get revenge on whoever did this to his brother.
His primary suspicion was still Yasu, of course. So the best thing to do was to go find him and question him about where he was during the attack.
With how many people were on the battlefield, someone should have noticed his absence. If he got through questioning enough Defenders, he should get his answer.
Stanley nodded to himself as that was what he decided to do.
