With the task finally complete, Lucious meticulously gathered the last confession, stacking the sheets with the precision and care for which he was known.
His expression remained calm, his movements unhurried, but a flicker of curiosity simmered beneath the surface. Questions tugged at the edges of his mind, and he found himself eager to share them with his young master.
After ensuring the confessions were properly handed off for safekeeping, Lucious stepped into the garden.
The cool evening air washed over him, a refreshing contrast to the oppressive tension that had suffused the hall. His steps crunched softly against the gravel as he followed the winding path toward the fountain.
Upon nearing a fountain, Lucious came to an abrupt halt when he saw a rather suprising sight that made him wonder if he was seeing wrong.
