Reginald was confused as to why his father was covering his mouth. Not only that, but he was sweating a little.
'Why are you acting like this, Father?' Reginald thought to himself as he suddenly felt his Father's hand trembling ever so slightly. 'I see, so that's it. Are you holding back your anger so much?'
Reginald, who misunderstood his Father's true feelings, was now smiling. On the other hand, Kyle was thinking as fast as he could about what he could do in this situation.
'What is this?! This stupid, idiotic son of mine! How is that person a merchant?! What should I do? Should I bow my head?...'
Lucen walked toward them with a measured pace, his silver hair shining under the sunlight. It looked as if it was glowing. Lucen's black long coat fluttered every so slightly from the passing wind.
