Cyril Fakenhaz.
The Unwelcomed.
Thales stared at the Duke of Western Desert gravely; he glanced at his appearance which grew more terrifying as his wrinkles increased, and his hair grew scarcer after six years.
After being held hostage for six years, it left Thales feeling faintly estranged from the people, matters, and things in Constellation. However, when this noble—who hailed from a great family and looked terrifying like he was an old tree that had turned into a mythical spirit—reappeared before Thales' eyes, his sharp and piercing voice resounded in the prince's ears, and all the past memories returned to him in that moment.
The National Conference that determined Thales' fate in Eternal Star City six years ago seemed to have only happened yesterday.
The chilly wind moaned as it blew outside the tower, it made Thales shiver as the prince only wore a thin layer of clothing.
