[Cecil Lacross's perspective]
The sound of running water guided me to the clearing.
The mist danced slowly around my legs as I walked, and in real time I felt my footsteps sinking into the slightly damp grass.
Among the branches that arranged themselves to block my view, I found a waterfall that opened up to welcome me... and then I saw him.
A silver-haired figure, bare-chested, stood in the lake.
Water droplets fell gently on his skin as if claiming that territory for himself, sliding down his back until they were lost in the reflections of the water.
The sunlight, filtering through the leaves, seemed to baptise him, bathing his hair in flashes of silver.
A slight smile curved my lips without my realising it.
I did not expect to find such a treasure in the middle of the forest.
Behind me, one of my escorts gasped softly, her cheeks flushed.
—Wow... how... beautiful...— she whispered.
The other could only nod silently, her golden eyes shining with the same surprise I felt.
