In the darkness of the night, Adela took a moment to adjust her eyes to her surroundings, as it turned out, the masked man brought their journey to a halt beside a concealed horse-drawn carriage. Swiftly, he lifted her into the carriage and closed the door.
Removing his mask before even finding a seat and then discarding it, Egon's predatory crimson eyes gleamed in the faint mana light inside the carriage. His gaze swept over her face and form, the corner of his lips dipping as though what he saw pierced him with profound pain.
Is he uncertain about my identity?
"Come here," he beckoned.
Without hesitation, Adela lunged into his open arms, embracing him tightly as her tears flowed freely. His arms enveloped her, offering the strength and warmth she needed. They settled together, him seated with her on his lap.
