Every member of the Night Owl Squad harbored immense hostility towards Reed Dreya—endlessly deeper than His Majesty Echel's understated national disputes—reflected in their blood-thirsty gazes.
It was only after Echel's repeated warnings that the group finally averted their eyes.
"Obey the orders, Reed is not your enemy, nor is Dreya. The past conflicts have become history. Now, as my friends, Mr. Reed is the one you need to protect, your mission,"
Your will," the Night Owl Squad bowed their heads, and when they raised them again, their gaze had returned to indifference. They hadn't forgotten their hatred; they merely buried it deep inside.
Reed showed no reaction to all this, or perhaps he was already mentally prepared, remaining silent as if he were a statue.
"When the moonlight appears in the third canopy, we shall depart for Dreya."
Lyle watched all this, then walked to Echel's side.
"They harbor an unusual amount of resentment towards Mr. Reed,"
