Leaning on the rooftop tiles, the young man with golden hair and eyes hugged his legs, silently observing the ocean of celebration within the courtyard of the distant castle, where foreign servants were reveling.
The faint sounds of strings, flutes, and drumbeats seemed to carry Kovis's memory back to the distant past.
The sea breeze brushed his face, and his golden hair fluttered in the wind. The young man lifted his face, staring blankly at the white seabirds gliding across the sky.
Listening to their free cries as they soared into the blue yonder, the young man couldn't help but gently stroke his neck, his fingertips caressing the bright red Demon Rune.
Closing his eyes, Kovis enjoyed the rare peace of undisturbed quiet during his "master's" brief absence for the banquet.
But the moment of relaxation was fleeting, as Kovis knew there was work he needed to finish.
