It was still early, and the pale thread of dawn had just begun to emerge when Averkane opened the door to the attic. Kentaro had not returned, and Shiro had left during the night. Thus, only Ginji and Shahin remained, sleeping soundly.
In the old warrior's garden, Shahin wiped the sweat from his brow with his arm. With the spade firmly planted in the soil, hands on his hips, he cast a glance around. He assessed the work he had accomplished so far and realized he had done more than necessary. Not only had he restored the garden he had previously damaged, but he had also made certain improvements as requested by the old soldier. He felt a sense of pride mixed with restraint since this act did not directly benefit him. Picking up the spade again, he resumed his work, grumbling:
"I know he lies like a rug. Nobody is happy with four women at home, nobody!"
"Perhaps because you don't know anyone else with four women at home!"
