Lilac Serval's eyes held a dim glimmer, and when she spoke of these things, her face always carried a hint of melancholy.
Jasmine Yale didn't know what she had been through; she always felt that someone as young as Lilac Serval shouldn't have lived like this.
Charles Mcintosh was very good to Lilac Serval, didn't he want to give her a home?
Or is it that Lilac Serval didn't like Charles Mcintosh?
"The elder's gotten older and isn't as strict as he was when he was young. He's always cheerful and speaks gently every time he sees Chale Cheney, a far cry from the fierce man he used to be." Lilac Serval couldn't help but laugh as she spoke of this.
"Given the chance, I'd like to pay a visit to the elder."
"There will be a chance, go with Mr. Cheney. He always talks about Mr. Cheney, after all, he's the most proud of his disciples." Lilac Serval ate a segment of orange, "Of course, amongst his female disciples, I am the one he's most proud of."
Jasmine Yale smiled.
