"Master, Sir Leo has arrived back," Alfred announced as he entered the guest room, his demeanor professional and composed.
He placed his hand on his chest with a slight bow as he greeted Marquess, deliberately ignoring the gathered mayors whose downcast expressions betrayed the turmoil they had just experienced.
"Soon enough, I see," Avendial remarked slowly, rising from his chair.
He opened his suit jacket and tossed it to Aria, who caught it deftly.
Yet, it was not just the jacket that captured her attention; her heart raced as he rolled up his sleeves and ran a hand through his hair before making his exit from the room.
Aria followed him closely, her steps steady and purposeful.
Behind them trailed Rivia, her expression as composed and impassive as ever, which complemented her usual demeanor.
She cast one last glance back at the room, now a chaotic scene marked by remnants of blood.
