West of the Holy Empire, near the border of the Chamaeleon Kingdom, they found a vast grassland. Small yellow flowers scattered about, and clear water puddles reflected the morning hue. Sebastian stood there, feeling the wind that had started to grow warmer.
They walked toward the middle, where two trees stood. One was big and old, and one was younger, smaller, but more colorful. They were the same kind of tree, just different in size.
"Now that I've finally seen you, I got something to say. But you have to calm yourself down first, my friend," Magnus said.
Sebastian turned to him, his eyebrows creased.
"Aira... your friend... after more investigation on my part... she..." Magnus sighed. His calm expression bore tremendous, invisible weight behind it. "...we found out that she was actually tortured to death by a famous undergrown pervert."
Immediately, Sebastian flinched. He... knew.
