The surroundings were silent, only the faint sound of the wind lightly slapping the shore, stars dotting the black night sky like distant diamonds scattered across an endless dark canopy.
The breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft sibilant sound, while a few birdcalls from afar sketched a tranquil and beautiful night scene.
Viscount Zavier, a young man in appearance, stood by the lakeside, gazing at the white-haired elder approaching, and began to speak:
"I still remember the days we spent together at the military academy decades ago."
Viscount Bast laughed heartily and said:
"Hey, hey, hey, you start with reminiscing? Must it be so cliché, Zavier? Although, we really are both old things now, heh."
Viscount Zavier ignored him and continued:
