Saraia Creighton

Only the chirping of the birds and the constant gust of the winds can be heard around the backyard of the mansion. In the serene part of the household, Kyrian was silently resting in the chair with a circular table and roof set in the corner. His head fell back on the backrest; eyes closed, hands crossed against his chest.

He opened his eyes after sensing the nearing presence of someone.

Not long after, he saw the old woman who greeted them earlier taking her seat on one of the chairs using her walking cane to support her.

He shifted her attention to the swaying leaves that were being showered by the sun rays of the sun.

"Today was a fine day, isn't it, Prince Kyrian Azrael?" Maelony uttered with her eyes strained to the front.

Instead of answering her question, Kyrian asked the question he was thinking as soon as he recognized the woman. He never liked any nonsense remarks.