"Why?" Ella Lacey asked.
She realized where the problem lay.
Arthur and Ruben Finnegan seemed like water and fire, incompatible.
Every time he saw Ruben, Arthur would roar as if he wanted to devour him.
At that moment,
a voice as mighty as the sky suddenly spilled out, "What? Lord Nightingale is afraid to meet me? Or am I not worthy enough to meet Lord Nightingale?"
"Arthur..."
Ella turned around and saw the handsome and proud man striding towards her.
Following him were Julion Johnsons and Ordon Finnegan.
Ordon Finnegan said in a flustered manner, "My lord, I really couldn't stop Mr. Lindsey, his power is far beyond me..."
"You may leave," Ruben Finnegan gestured dismissively. Properly, Ordon Finnegan retreated to the main hall.
In the garden,
three adults, one child.
The air was filled with a silent element.
The first to break this awkward atmosphere was Julion Johnsons.
He pointed to the familiar mask and respectfully greeted, "Master..."
