Henry and Lorian strolled casually down the street, enjoying the bustle of the town. The morning air was crisp, and the lively market sounds made it a pleasant walk. As they turned a corner, Henry's sharp eyes caught sight of three familiar figures standing in front of a modest house.
"Hey," Henry said, nudging Lorian. "Aren't those the three girls from yesterday?"
Lorian glanced over, his delicate features serene as always. "Yes, they are," he replied softly. "I wonder what they're doing here."
Henry squinted at the house. Something about the location tugged at his memory. Then it clicked. "Wait a minute. Didn't Seiji say last night that he's renting a house here in town?"
Lorian's calm demeanor didn't waver, though his emerald eyes glinted with curiosity. "Indeed, he did. This could very well be his place. Should we... intervene?"
Henry grinned, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword. "Let's see what's going on first."
