The old man stared at the painter for a while longer. He then smiled. "I didn't mean to underestimate your will, Rowan. I just thought your stay with Duke had tamed you a little, keeping you from doing dangerous things like this."
Before Rowan could react, Archie shook his head with a smile. He even laughed. "Then again, I cannot blame them for forcing your hand. Worry not. I will join you to see what you are capable of, truly. As one of my directors, you cannot be too weak-hearted."
Rowan nodded and returned the smile. "I'll do it right and make you proud, Sir Wellington."
…
Haah…
Instead of forming a white mist in front of him, his breath only fogged the glass of his headpiece. His lashes fluttered as he began to wake up. When he saw a person standing in front of him, he quickly lifted his face to find the eyes of the man before him.
