One day later.
Lance and Yoru walked over the grass field, the glistering light of the sun basking on their figures with humidity.
As they walked, they kept their attention forward. On their entire journey, they were silent and barely conversed with each other.
After the loss from Elias, Lance seemed to have toned down. However, he had not completely changed. It would take more time and losses to defeat his spirit.
Lance still had his impassive, cold exterior but the golden arrogance he usually exuded had toned down slightly.
Yoru noticed this keen detail but didn't dare speak about it. He was afraid that it would be a sensitive spot for Lance and he would suffer from talking about it.
Of course, he was right about his thoughts.
At that moment, Lance stopped and raised his brows. Yoru also stopped beside him, looking forward.
