Apart from the five standing here,
there were two others standing far at the other end.
The one in front was a cute boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old. He had soft, brown hair and skin so delicately fair it seemed to carry the scent of milk, as if it had never been touched by the sun, reminiscent of a doll. He was dressed in a formal little suit complete with a bow tie.
Behind him was a hunched-over old man.
He appeared exceedingly old—not to the extent of the boy's grandfather, but rather like a great-grandfather. The old man seemed so aged that he was half a step into the grave... as though a single fall would prevent him from ever getting up again. It wouldn't have been surprising if he died at any moment.
What they had in common were their fully-encasing gloves... and the identical crimson of their pupils.
——They matched the intense crimson of Jiu'er at this very moment.
"Lord Barney, and Lord Jacob."
