"That will be quite enough, Rancourt." A seemingly familiar voice called out from behind the rows of soldiers that Lua had seen prior. He nearly couldn't believe it upon hearing it with his ears, but it was certainly true.
A figure emerged from the shadows, one that Lua had been all too familiar with. Draped in a green cloak and wearing a black "tragedy" mask, the polar opposite to Lua's own, a tall and handsome man appeared before his eyes. He had messy black hair that always appeared as if he had just gotten out of bed.
"The Readers Organisation will be handling the rest. We have our own grievences with this boy, after all." The man said, his hoarse voice echoing throughout the hallway.
This man was none other than Oliver Moonsilver, Lua's very own brother. His appearance here was truly an unexpected turn of events. Under normal conditions, Lua would be dismayed. However, this was nothing short of beneficial, so he embraced it with open arms.
