Malakai walked out from the foliage of trees only to meet the desolate gates of his manor.
It was just as he left it. Barely maintained, empty, and gloomy.
Regardless, he didn't stop, making his way through the gates and reaching the main building.
As Malakai approached the entrance, his steps came to a halt.
He could hear voices. Two women. Talking.
"…I'm telling you, I saw him at the last banquet. The 3rd Pulse… Ugh, he's so handsome it should be illegal."
"Jealous of his wife?"
"Jealous is an understatement. If I had a man like that, I'd never let him out of my sight."
They both chuckled lightly.
"But should we really be doing this? I mean, look at this place. We're making a mess."
"So? What does it matter? There's no way the 9th Vein is coming back. He was sent to the pits, remember? Even we wouldn't survive that."
"…Poor child. He really was unlucky."
